As an awkward person, I'm always a little jealous of women who don't even have to try to be graceful. They seem to exist on a different plane. This innate elegance extends into the animal kingdom and even my goat pasture. Enter, Spotlight.
Spotlight was the oldest of triplets born this spring. The minute she hit the ground and stood up, it was like she walked onto a stage - hence the name. Spot floats around as if every day is her debut performance. She's the star of the show, and she knows it. With a single brown spot on her shoulder, Spotlight was the perfect name for her.
Before I sold her two younger sisters, they followed her around like ladies in waiting - ready to carry her non-existent train. She was the diva, and they were happy to be her backup singers.
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