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excellent deal if the goat lived; I’d been robbed if she died.
People took sides in the argument, but I took the goat.
Gale offered to carry her. I think he wanted to see the look
on Prim’s face as much as I did. In a moment of complete giddiness,
I bought a pink ribbon and tied it around her neck.
Then we hurried back to my house.
You should have seen Prim’s reaction when we walked in
with that goat. Remember this is a girl who wept to save that
awful old cat, Buttercup. She was so excited she started crying
and laughing all at once. My mother was less sure, seeing the
injury, but the pair of them went to work on it, grinding up
herbs and coaxing brews down the animal’s throat.
“They sound like you,” says Peeta. I had almost forgotten he
was there.
“Oh, no, Peeta. They work magic. That thing couldn’t have
died if it tried,” I say. But then I bite my tongue, realizing what
that must sound like to Peeta, who is dying, in my incompetent
hands.
“Don’t worry. I’m not trying,” he jokes. “Finish the story.”
“Well, that’s it. Only I remember that night, Prim insisted on
sleeping with Lady on a blanket next to the fire. And just before
they drifted off, the goat licked her cheek, like it was giving
her a good night kiss or something,” I say. “It was already
mad about her.”
“Was it still wearing the pink ribbon?” he asks.
“I think so,” I say. “Why?”
“I’m just trying to get a picture,” he says thoughtfully. “I can
see why that day made you happy.”
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