This subject came up last week, and a few laughs were had, so I thought I would see just how many "the dog ate my homework" stories there are out there.
Goats are popular eaters of anything. I used to have a white goat, who happily lived on the verge of our road. Two of our neighbours also had white goats (we lived on a very quiet rural road about 500 metres long). I used to tell people to take the first driveway on the right after the 2nd goat. Anyhow I digress.
My goat (Snowy) was the middle one of the 3. Max lived closest to our letterbox at the end of the road, and Harry a bit further past Snowy. Max was a tyrant and used to eat anything. One day I sent the kids up the the letterbox to clear the mail, warning them to make sure they did not get too close to Max (he once ate a plastic power ranger ring off a kids finger who stopped to pet him).
The kids came back with much hilarity and giggling, always a thing to worry about. "Guess what Mom?" "Max ate the mail" Oh, HA HA HA, what did I tell you lot? They present me with a bunch of soggy, goat saliva covered paper mache type stuff. Best part of this, it was not bills the poxy goat ate, but a packet of specially ordered and sourced seeds for a rare and delicate crop I wanted to trail. Cost a bomb and were goat fodder in the end![]()
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