Somehow Summer, our little pygmy goat, managed to escape Goatanamo and head off into the wide world yonder only to find herself in a cage labelled "Flammable Gas" which is about right for UXG. The story as we know it is that the security guards at the quarry 1.5 miles away saw Summer frolicking amongst the gravel so they caught her, eventually, and to quote, she took some catching. They then caged her and pondered what to do. One took a shine to her and wanted to keep her, one wanted a curry and the other thought they should find her owners. Unfortunately the last guard won so they phoned the police and asked what they should do with a stray goat. Curry it was the obvious response but the kindly 3rd guard persevered and phoned the local vet who knew who to call in the event of a lost goat. Not us as it turns out there's another nutter who keeps goats locally and when she discovered it wasn't hers she phoned us (I don't know how she knows us) but that's how yours truly found himself following a security vehicle all lights and klaxons through the maze of quarry workings to be reunited with his UXG.
To make sure there were no further dramas she was held thus
for the short but smelly ride back to Goatanamo.
1 comment:
hahahah! wonder if you could have ph# tattooed on their ears or something like that, but then again bedside an occasional Shetland escapee- this is a first, and nwo they willknow who to call before firing up the stove. glad she is home.
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