On the first day of summer vacation, Gina’s dad led a strange animal down the ramp of the truck. Gina was not sure what it was.
“What is this little animal?” Gina asked her Dad.
“This is a nanny goat – a girl,” he answered.
Gina looked at the animal. “She sure is a fat nanny goat,” she said.
“She is going to have a baby,” Dad said. “It will probably be born soon. It will not be called a baby, though. Baby goats are called kids.”
Gina’s older sister, Tess, came out to see the nanny goat. “When she has her baby, I want it for my own,” she said. “You can have the nanny. Shall we name her Nanny?”
Gina nodded. “I think Nanny is a good name for the nanny goat,” Gina said. “But I would like to have the kid. Or maybe we can share the kid.”
“I am the oldest, so I should get the kid,” said Tess.
"Maybe I should get the kid because I'm the youngest," Gina said, giving Tess a sort of angry look.
“Hold on a minute,” Dad said. “Let’s not argue about who gets the kid and who gets Nanny. Let’s wait and decide.”
Two weeks later, early on a bright Saturday morning, Dad called the girls. Get up and visit Nanny,” he said.
“Oh no,” Gina said,. “What has happened to Nanny?. Is she all right?”
“She’s fine,” Dad said.
Gina and Tess did not even get dressed. They ran downstairs in robes and slippers.
“Come with me to the barn,” Dad said. “You will not believe this.”
The girls ran to Nanny’s part of the barn. Beside Nanny in a mound of hay were two tiny goats. One was black and white, just like Nanny. The other was a beautiful brown and white.
“Nanny had twins,” Gina said, kneeling beside the kids. “Now we can each have a kid of our own.”
“I want the black and white one,” said Tess. “She looks just like Nanny.”
“Why do you always get first choice?” said Gina. “I want the black and white kid too.”
“I am the oldest,” said Tess. Then she noticed tears in Gina’s eyes. “So, you think if you cry, you will get your way, right?”
“No, but I always get second choice,” said Gina.
Tess thought about how selfish she had been. “Okay, I’ll take the brown and white,” said Tess. “I will name her Zel.”
I will name my kid Oola,” Gina said, smiling at her sister. “She looks just like Oola from an old comic strip.”
Okay girls, You each will have a kid of your own. That means you have to take care of them,” Dad said. “When they get a little bigger, you will have to feed and water them.”
“Yes Dad,” the girls answered together.
“We will take good care of these twin kids and Nanny,” Gina promised.
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