“That’s up to three, now,” said the cow. “These immigrants breed like rabbits.”
“Why come here anyway?” the sheep bleated. “Haven’t they got their own land? They’re taking our mangers!”
The cow nodded across the barn. “That donkey smuggled them in, Melania. I’d turn it into glue. Know what? I’d build a wall to stop people coming – and make people pay for it!”
“Great idea, Donald!”
Suddenly, they looked out in horror. Three more humans – shepherds – were approaching.
“Jesus,” said the cow.
Behind them, a human spoke. “Hey, great name! Let’s call the baby that.”