August 24, 2013

The Five Dollar Goat

By Steph

So. Gus came in smiling. I was scared.

Gus: Hey.

Me: What did you do?

Gus: Um. I bought a goat. For $5.

Me: O-kay.

Gus: And.

Me: What?

Gus: She needs to be milked twice a day.

Me: .

Gus: It’ll be fun.

Me: .

Gus: Look, do you want cookies and milk during the apocalypse, or not?

Me: .

Gus: That’s what I thought.

I went along with this, mostly because I know how distraught he was over the loss of the polka dotted goat, and I am just selfless like that.
Goat’s milk is kind of gross. Mostly because goat teats are pretty gross and I
just cannot bring myself to put anything in my mouth that came out of those
things.

About Steph

I like words. I suspect I would like sanity, but I really have no way of knowing. I can be reasonable, but not often. View all posts by Steph

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