I was on my way to the Y the other day when I saw a very pretty nanny goat alongside the road, on the wrong side of its fence. I pulled over and tried to shoo the creature back into its pen, but with no luck. I went up to the farmhouse and called hello throught the screen door.
"Hello?" was the surprised reply.
"You have a loose goat," I said. (Why waste words?)
The occupant came to the door immediately and asked what color the escapee was.
"White," I said.
"Huh!" he said. "Usually it's the other one that gets out."
We went outside and spotted Bonnie (that was the goat's name) grazing peacefully on the roadside. He escorted her back inside, all the while thanking me profusely.
I was a little abashed. I mean, really: what are you going to do, NOT stop when you see a loose animal?
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