Awhile back, we were at a petting zoo in Fort Worth. There was a goat there that was a bit greedy with the feed. When I attempted to feed a different goat, the greedy goat started screaming at me. As long as I gave my food to him, he was fine. But any attempt to share the love was met with a loud, heart-wrenching wail.
I’m convinced that this particular goat was off his nut. However, I started to think that he would be great to watch a horror movie with. He’d also be great as a driver’s ed teacher. Or to take bungee jumping. Or to take to get his legs waxed. Or on a bicycle with no brakes going down a steep hill. At least in those situations, his reaction would make sense. Screaming because I gave some feed to the hippy-bearded goat next to him is just psycho.
