I’ve finally thought of an appropriate name for the goat, but I wouldn't like to say it in polite company (I’ll tell Corinne in private). While I still like the idea of having a goat, the reality has me less than enthused. Let's just say that goat kebab is starting to sound really good to me. And to Karyn, Dora, our neighbours and the whole of Kabeza.
Ihene is really noisy. He starts bleeting at 6am when Angelique lets him out his house, and stops only at 7pm when he goes to bed. Not even does a mouthful of grass or porridge still his vocal chords. Perhaps if we put arsenic in it...?
And that's not it. Now that he's a bit bigger, he's gotten really smelly. And he just wants to eat everything; your hair, your clothes, your limbs. It's really annoying.
Or maybe goat curry...
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