Faye, Faye, Faye... I thought it would be good to take a break. If you talk too much about a problem that's not life-threatening, it seems to eventually annoy people, and they think you are making a big deal out of nothing. I always try to head that off at the pass. I had planned not to even mention this hoof trimming until it was over, in case I fail. The song is appropriate, because Everybody is likely to end up Hurting a little, at least somewhere, after today. This goat has psyched me out. I'm afraid to take charge and he senses it. He's strong, but he doesn't bite, so I don't know what I'm so afraid of. Broken bones? One time I tripped and fell trying to catch one of them and broke my wrist.