3. That’s What You Get
This kid I knew was a jerk. I had a couple of pet goats and he would come over and bully them all the time. He’d poke them through the fence with sticks, throw rocks at them, spook them with loud noises…but he’d never go INTO the pen. He was too scared of them. He should have known better. He was 16.
One day we’re all inside and we hear this blood curdling scream. In comes the kid, screaming at the top of his lungs.
‘The goat! The goat is after me! Help!’
We turn to see the big billy goat staring at him through the sliding glass door. Every once in a while it’d headbutt the glass. Now this was a VERY docile animal. He’d have never hurt a fly…but he was out for that boy’s blood.
It turns out that the kid had been torturing the goat. He had him pinned up against the wall of the pen throwing rocks and sticks at its animal parts to see if he could hit them.
The goat came after him, scaled the fence, and chased him across three acres of land and into the house.
The kid waited for two hours for the goat to go away, but it never did. Any time he opened a door to try to sneak away, the goat was right there trying to attack him.
Eventually the goat disappeared and the kid tried to sneak out a window feet first…and once again started screaming, because the goat was RIGHT THERE head butting his backside as he climbed out.
It was absolutely liberating.