Goats were a staple out here - meat, milk.

Goats used to wander about the town. Mostly they were no problem, but one day when I was about nine years old, I was coming home from school and this big billy goat took a dislike to me. ..

He bunted me and knocked me down. My sister and brother picked me up and dragged me along. We were running for our lives! The goat was running after us. We went real fast.

Then when we got to the corner we looked back and that old goat was just walking along like he wasn't worried about chasing anything. So we were running from nothing!.

A couple of days later some people said to me - You should try for the Olympics...you're the fastest runner in Thargo - when the goat is after you"!!!

THAT OLD GOAT MADE A GOAT OUTA ME!