E-I-E-I-... Uh oh.

"This is a bad idea, May." June said as she and her friend stripped down in the barn. "I heard that Old Ms. Crankshaft doesn't take too well to trespassers on her farm. If she catches us..."

"Relax, June." May assured her friend. "It's just a quick streak through her wheat fields, then we get back into the barn, get dressed, leave and never come back. Ms. Crankshaft won't know, and we'll finally be members of The Triple Dog Club and rub it in that bitch Riley's face! We have nothing to worry about!"

"Easy for you to say." June muttered, "Your mom isn't The Mayor and your dad isn't Chief of Police."

"Come on, Worry Wort! Have I ever gotten us in over our heads before?"

"... You don't seriously want me to answer that, do you?"

"Well how many times have I -"

"Twelve." June stated flatly, "Going on unlucky number thirteen."

"Oh just come on! It'll be over before you know it." May said as she placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "You might even have some fun!"

"I seriously doubt that..." June groaned.

"Okay, on three. Ready?"

"No."

"One... Two... Three!"

And with that, the two naked twenty-two year olds made their way out of the barn and streaked towards the wheat fields, their naked bodies disappearing in the sea of golden brown. However, what the two were unaware of was that, at that moment, an elderly woman in her early sixties was herding a flock of goats into the same barn that the girls had run out of.

"Alright, you kids had a fun morning." Ms. Crankshaft said as she herded the goats inside, chuckling at her choice of the word "kids" as she closed and locked the doors. "Now, you lot take a rest while I go tend to the pigs."

As The Farmer walked away, the goats went to work eating from the hay barrels, and water and feed troughs. However, a few saw a pile of new, brightly colorful objects that weren't there when The Farmer brought them out to pasture this morning...

"See? Didn't I tell you it would be easy and fun?" May asked as she climbed the fence leading up to the hay loft of the barn with June close behind.

"Yeah, I guess it was kinda fun." June said with a laugh. She then donned a serious look as the two climbed into the barn, saying, "Now lets never do or say anything about this again."

"Oh, you're just a silly old - Goat?"

"Excuse me?!" June barked indignantly. "We're the same age, dumbass! In fact, you're the one who's three months older!"

"No, not you! Look." May said as she pointed to the herd of goats in the barn. The two women looked at each other in confusion as they climbed down the hay and stood at the bottom. "What are all these goats doing here?"

"Ms. Crankshaft must have put them in here after we left." June said before gasping in horror as she blushed crimson and covered her B cup breasts. "What if she saw us?!"

"I think we'd have heard sirens by now if she did." May replied with a shrug before looking around. Her eyes laid on one of the goats happily chewing away on something, causing May to giggle.

"What's so funny?" June asked.

"Nothing. I just saw a goat chewing on a rag that looked like those dorky Blue's Clues panties you were wearing." May replied.

"That's funny... Because I'm looking at a goat right now that's chewing on a rag that looks like that denim jacket you always wear." June commented, gesturing to the goat in question.

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"OUR CLOTHES!" May and June screeched as they ran to the corner where they hid their clothing...