Last week at a small petting zoo in Arizona, a geep was born. It is reported that “Butterfly,” the baby geep, is healthy, and the proud parents — the mother a sheep, the father a pygmy goat — are doing fine. By now I am sure TMZ, the celebrity muckraking organization, is on the scene angling for exclusive photos of the newborn and, if the digital tabloid is true to form, perhaps a little barnyard dirt on the parents.
I am assuming that TMZ would show interest because of the baby’s name. No, not “Butterfly” but “geep.” It is one of those mashed together names that tabloids are so fond of like “Brangelina,” “Bennifer,” TomKat or “Kimye.” True, Butterfly is not famous — yet — but offer her a reality show and arrange an affair with some fame-chasing ruminant (one of the Billy Goats Gruff, maybe?) and watch her become a pop culture icon for for at least 15 minutes.
(Which leads me to wonder: If such a Billy Goat Gruff-Geep union were to happen, would the couple be called “Greep” or “Geeff”?)