If it weren’t for that goat I wouldn’t be stuck in this nasty pickle. I had the odious task of going over to my neighbor’s house and mucking out their barn. Among the odd assortment of animals they had living with them, was a goat named Crystal. She was a cute little thing, with a nasty temper. Don’t mess with Crystal, if you do well, my neighbors left that up to my imagination, and I assure you that it was quite active.
This particular day I made my journey through the pastures to muck the stalls and feed the animals. I usually made sure that Crystal was occupied with something else, but it just didn’t seem that necessary today because she was nowhere in sight. With a sigh of relief I began my monotonous and smelly job.
Out of the blue I heard a bleat of indignation. Belatedly it came to my attention that I was in the wrong spot at the wrong time. In my haste I tripped over the manure wheelbarrow and ended up stuck up on the wall wishing that it were duck tape and not some other substance sticking to me. A very contented goat looked up at me and gave me a happy bleat, as if to say, “Well that should teach you a lesson!” I must say that I didn’t bring home just mud that day…
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