He also wanted food so I bought a little feed bag for $1. They're clever goats and they know how the system works: one distracted me while another one made a grab for the feed bag. My reflexes are quicker than a 5-year olds so I was able to foil the plan - the bag ripped but the feed didn't spill. I rewarded them with a big handful.
A dirty suit. I admit I had the fleeting thought that someone (not naming names) might have dropped it on the ground and picked it up without wiping it off. But then I had a closer look and saw this:
A raccoon print. (It doesn't show up very well in the photo.) It must have been looking for food scraps on the table and just happened to prance all over my suit. I also got to pet a sea lion!
And now I'm back in our apartment in the city where the only other living things are the occasional spider and the house plants we have yet to kill.
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