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Of goats
I walked to the Penngrove Motorcycle Company today to pick up the gloves I'd ordered (isn't it awesome that there's a motorcycle accessories store a mile away from my house?). On the way, I passed a herd of nanny goats in a field by the road. When they heard me coming, their ears pricked up. A couple of them started to walk toward me, and soon all ~20 of them were trotting next to me on the other side of the fence, as if I'd told them to heel. When I came back home, the exact same thing happened.
On the one hand, they obviously expected something from me, presumably food. I feel a little rotten for leading them on, so to speak. I'm still working out my views on animal ownership, and the incident made me a bit uncomfortable.
On the other hand, I feel sorta badass. I have a gang of goat minions at my command. What do you have, huh?
On the one hand, they obviously expected something from me, presumably food. I feel a little rotten for leading them on, so to speak. I'm still working out my views on animal ownership, and the incident made me a bit uncomfortable.
On the other hand, I feel sorta badass. I have a gang of goat minions at my command. What do you have, huh?
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Bought gloves? Does that mean you've got a lead on a cycle?
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Q hasn't been responding to my IMs- I'll probably shoot her an e-mail after I finish the course. I'd like to get her bike checked out, and talk to her about buying it if the repairs won't be too bad.
I really really REALLY want the black-and-red Kawasaki Ninja my co-worker is selling, but I can't afford anything like what he wants for it. Sigh.
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In Europe somewhere about eight years back my sister and I managed to get the sheep that were on the other side of the fence to follow us by yelling and running. It was really one of the most exhilarating moments of my childhood.
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