My Poor Boy

I can't tell you how hard my poor boy has it.  Every time I mention Miranda, there are comments about his name.

Now, we goats don't care if humans think Miranda is a girl's name.  He's my boy, my Miranda.  He knows his name and nobody but humans think it's bad.  Poor kid has humans laughing at him.

Now look what my human has done to my baby!  She attacked him on both ends! She banded him, and his family jewels are drying up and going to fall off.  She taped a metal rod to his horns.  How humiliating!