After tonight's rehearsal, I overheard this conversation ...
Megan: What do I do if my lamb starts bleeding in the middle of the show?
Amanda: Bleating, not bleeding.
Megan: Okay that.
Amanda: Take it off stage.
Megan: Hmmm. I hope mine doesn't bleed a lot.
Amanda: Bleat, Megan. BLEAT.
Amanda: That would be weird to have a bunch of bleeding goats on stage.
Uh, yeah. Pretty much.