Got Your Goat
The chime of the doorbell harkened the arrival of Mr. Mitchell, our neighbor from down the road a ways. The Mitchells were retired, but still ran a small hobby farm with several acres of corn and potatoes, a few cows, and a small herd of goats. “Hey Bill, how ya doing?” Daddy inquired as he opened the door. “Fine, just dandy,” Bill replied, accepting the offer of a friendly handshake from Dad. “In fact, the missus and I are headed off on vacation for ten days to Hawaii.” Dad gave an appreciative whistle in reply. Bill continued, “We were hoping that your girls Natalie and Jenny could maybe look in on one of our goats for us. The rest of the herd can just graze in the pasture, but we recently got ourselves a buck, …