They sat down around the table, which was carefully set with the utensils. A silver platter was placed on the center, between the candles and many side dishes. It was all very well-to-do, being that they were high society.
"Billy, did you have a good day at school?" Martha asked.
"Nah." He responded, "The kids at school suck. I am far more interested in the trampoline, than school." His father looked over at him.
"Now, Billy, you know you need to study hard, if you want to make it like we did. It was your great-great grandfather, bless his beard, that brought us from rags to riches, and you must study or you won't be able to support yourself." He said. Bob did not study very hard, but then again, he had inherited the ranch, which was why the family was so wealthy.
"Anyway, let's dig in, shall we?" Martha said. The servant lifted the lid off the succulent, delicious human prepared on the dish. Truly, a feast fit for only the greatest goats there were.
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