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Erm...
Let me explain the whole story.
I have a goat named Lucky as many of you may know. He's a big goat. His dad (named Max, before he died) was 1/2 Nubian, 1/2 Billy Goat. His momma (named Mama Goat, who was a total whore) was a full-blown Pygmy Goat.
Now, if people don't know what a Nubian OR a Billy Goat is.. well.. they're huge. Really ******** huge.
And Pygmy Goats? Midgets.
Now, how did this occur?
Mama Goat is a whore and was in heat and got knocked up. Simple as that.
She couldn't pass the kid, so we took her to UC Davis and we got her a C-Section. This is why we called the goat Lucky, because he was lucky to be alive. We almost didn't make it to the hospital in time. :/
Lucky was a small little goat, cute as can be.
Now, would this little goat ever try to cause harm?
No. Because -I- raised him myself.
I raised him to be people-friendly, and to always be sweet.
Well, Max died, and Mama Goat died, and Lucky became the Alpha Male in our pasture. Granted, all Alpha Males are gonna be a little arrogant because they -are- the leader, but Lucky still isn't that bad :/
The reason we put Max down was because he beat up all the other goats, almost abused them to death, and them knocked my cousin Crystal down and rammed her leg to the point it almost broke. Lucky, his son, was never like that. He still isn't.
And so, I got a call this morning from my mom...
"Hello?"
"Jen? It's mom. Wake up."
"I am up."
"So, Yin couldn't pass the baby."
"Oh no!"
"And so we have to put her down, because we won't be able to make it to UC Davis in time."
"Oh no..."
"We can't keep doing this, Jen. Lucky is just gonna keep knocking up all the little goats and they'll keep dying 6 months later."
"*sigh* I know mom... What do you suggest, then?"
"Well we got two choices: One, we buy big goats, like Lucky. Or two, we shoot Lucky in the head."
"What? No, not Lucky!"
"We can't keep losing goats like this. We're most likely gonna put a bullet in his head."
"But.. he's my baby... I raised him.."
"I know hun, but we can't keep having goats die like this."
"But..."
"We're still deciding, but.. James is on his way to help dig a hole, so I'll talk to you later, bye."
DDDDD:
I don't wanna lose my babeh.. But.. I like little goats D: You can pick 'em up, and I like being able to pick up goats, see?
Lucky is obviously WAY bigger than that picture. That was when he was a few weeks old, when I was raising him.
Lucky doesn't mean to do what he does. He's just a horndog D: And I can't help that.. everyone in my family is a horndog D:
So, I'm sad. ._.;
I DONT WANNA LOSE MY BABEH T____________________________T
I don't even wanna lose any of me and Shindig's babehs ;-;
