Los Robles farm, the eve of the county show. The goat that has won the milk class three years running spent the night in the stable, her latch across and her blanket on, as she has every night since she was bought. At dawn the blanket was still folded on the floor, the latch was still across on the outside, and the stable was empty. Nobody forces a latch that opens from the outside.
A liar lies about everything they say.