The farmer wanted to know where the goat had gotten the bread.

To this day, no one knows where the goat had gotten the half a loaf of bread.

The old goat within me has still got a lot of papers to chew over.

She said the goats could work the same site only about three times during a growing season and still get enough to eat.

I think even the goats got a chuckle out of that.

The goat was still getting room service, though, in the form of kitchen scraps and a little cracked corn.

Some goats got away, one time, and redmoss ate them quickly.

Old goat like that got no right to be out!

The goats didn't get far, though; they were all hobbled.

Always wondering why goats don't get the respect they deserve.