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Martin pays it under the table. “You’re doing a great job at being a goat,” he says.

He gives it a handful of bills. It sticks its head under the table. It devours the bills.
Everybody is very satisfied with this exchange.

“He eats money!” Jane says. She dances. “What a delightfully communist billy-goat!”

“That is a terrible dance,” Martin says. “And a terrible sentiment.”

“Bah,” says Jane.

She ruffles the head of the creature. It bumps her. She falls over. She bumps her head. Tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn’t wail! She won’t cry! Life’s too gorgeous!

They have a delightfully communist goat!

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