goat


When i was walking up a windy turny track,I saw a baby goat beside the rough tarmac.
I moved up the track like a sniper bullet, the baby goat following as if magnet.
I stopped in my tracks beside a prickly thorny bush, the baby goat hiding behind a thorn bush as in ambush.
I wondered what to do next this was too much,I tried shooing him away, but he just wouldn't budge.
So my only option was to just go back,when i saw a man walking up the windy, turny track.
The goat took it's gaze at the thin man, and stared and stared as if a big fan.
The man moved on the baby goat following, I couldn't help but blow my head off laughing.

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