Ringmaster says: "Goats" Talk about goats. Anything from wool to eating furniture. Go!
makuahine says: heh. We once had a goat and all it did was eat grass and such. Sometimes he'd try to take the shirt off your back, but I think he wasn't really serious about that.
Ringmaster says: See! Great topic!
Ringmaster says: ...I should've used that... :-\
Now, see, that goat, however, also almost assisted in the death of my little sister once.
Now you’re paying attention.
So this goat belonged to my brother. I don’t remember why we had this goat, honestly. We just did. And he was my brother’s. His name was Martin. We used to hook him up to the Red Flyer wagon and have him pull us around. One of us would ride in the wagon with one of the little kids while the other would lead us around.
It so happened that we were in the driveway, nearer to the house (long driveway), and my brother and I were changing places. I was holding the wagon steady but the goat decided he wanted grass from over there and he took off. He ripped the wagon from me leaving only our six-year-old little sister in it. When he got to the grass he wanted, he stopped. Of course, this was not before he swerved, almost hitting the barbed wire fence. When he stopped, my sister flew out of the wagon and landed on the driveway.
We ran to her. She had started screaming, of course. I picked her up and was yelling for my brother to get mom or dad. I started carrying her to the house. She was straight out and as stiff as a board. I had to turn sideways to get her through the gate to the front yard and then into the front door.
Dad met us right at the door and took her into the living room/mom’s office and laid her down. Mom called 911. Mom and Dad told us later that they could see her skull through her head injury, it was that bad. The ambulance came and she and mom left with it. Dad and me and my two brothers got in the car and followed.
My brother and I were so upset. We’d never meant for anyone to get hurt, we were just having fun, riding the little kids around. We’d never have thought in a million years that this would happen.
She was okay, though, thank God and that night we stayed at the house of our pedia… doctor on his pull out couch in the basement (they were friends from church also). I remember his wife bringing in the shirt my dad had been wearing that day. She’d washed it and gotten all the blood out of it. Everyone was amazed and he did still wear that shirt again. I guess it was a good sign that my sister would be okay.
She still has a scar from that horrible day, but it’s not so bad anymore. And there were no hard feelings towards anyone. The only thing that might have carried any hard feelings was mom’s clean kitchen counter. You see, when he heard the screaming, dad had been dishing himself some ice cream from the new container and left it there. That night, it melted and overflowed all over everything.
So you see, that’s what I think of, when I see goats.
