Shasta: Oh waiter! I’m ready to order breakfast.
Farmer Chad: Waiter?
Shasta in an aside to Holly: They’re so touchy about titles.
Shasta: I meant farmer. To break my fast this morning, I’d like my usual coffee with a splash of whiskey, and the top shelf. I don’t want any of that rotgut you tried to foist on us last week.
Farmer Chad: Yes, Shasta. Anything else?
Shasta: I’m just a bit peckish. How about a nice bowl of pine needles?
Farmer Chad: Right away m’lady.
Shasta to Holly as Farmer Chad trots off to fetch breakfast: If he gets it wrong, I’m pooping in the milk bucket.
Holly: Oh, Shasta! You’re incorrigible!
<raucous goat laughter>
And thus was born Goat’s Breakfast, coffee with a splash of whiskey and a whiff of pine.