No Kidding (now with video link!)

A true story, written out of my usual form just to increase the silliness factor.  The stupid goat was still there the next day - out in the field.  You want more hilarity?  Picture me walking across the field, bleating at it (because it was blind and only reacted to sound), trying to get it back in the yard until someone came to get it.  In the rain.  Seriously.  Well!  I was afraid it was going to get hit by a car or something!  The guy who owned it lived over a mile down the road and eventually showed up to take his goat home.

From my couch one summer’s eveningI heard the sound of plaintive bleating.“No way!” my logical mind insisted,as common rationale resistedthe thought that such a sound might belouder than Law & Order on my t.v.! I ignored it for an hour or longer,but the bleating sound got strongerthan any late-night sound I’ve heard.So, thinking this was quite absurd,I got off of my ass and went to seewhat the hell that sound might be. As I moved aside the window curtainI thought my eyes were wrong for certain,for there beneath the motion lighta goat was bleating in the night!I pulled the curtain closed again,contemplating my state of mind just then. But there beneath that bright halo.the goat ran here, there, and to and fro.I laughed aloud there in the kitchen,for here was a tale that would be bitchin’!But such a story would require proofto show the goatie and his hoof. (That should be hooves, I know, but hey,I’m rhyming so it stays that way!)So, back to this albino goat,running in circles as if by rote.I grabbed the camera and spotlightto film this crazy, arcane sight. There I stood on my back porch,with digital camera and electric torch;the goat kept running ‘round and ‘roundstopping only when I made a sound.It appeared my new friend was slightly blindand had somehow become unconfined. He was beginning to seem slightly scary;of goats, I have always been wary,so I filmed the poor goat and his plightthen left him bleating in the night.I went back into the quiet house,(quietly cursing my working spouse). The video was transferred and savedso no one would think me depraved.I know what some of you will say,just hush and avoid that cliché.So ends the poem of the albino goatand now you may all leave a note.