Moly is a carmel colored Pygmy wether. He looks just like a little buckskin pony. He has these wonderful wattles that hang under his ears instead of his throat. They look just like earrings on a very boyish goat. He has a friendly disposition and follows you everywhere.
Moly, the second half of Holy Moly has seen a lot in his life. He has seen the demise of his better half, Holy. He has witnessed the departure of his dear sainted mother. He was plucked out of the only home he knew, lured by saltine crackers, and was set down amongst a very unwelcoming group. He has endured head butts, shameless hussies, and always living on the outskirts of the herd. Now, if that wasn't enough, he has been given the job of babysitting a noisy, needy, baby boy. He didn't want a job this late in life. He tried very hard not to be good at it. But I saw you, Moly. I saw when you walked casually past so Ruckus would see where you were. I saw you get in front of the big goats so they wouldn't get near Ruckus and I saw you come running when the baby let out a wail. So like it or not you are getting attached and it's about time because baby thinks you hung the moon!