I've been noticing a strange noise for days. I was concerned when I first heard it-- it sounded like some distant child pleading for help. After the first couple of times, I mentioned it to Jed.
"Listen! What is that? Do we need to help?"
"Hmm. That is a goat."
I don't know if you remember, but I don't really live by goats. But, I do trust Jed, and he does know his goats, so I passed it off and went inside.
I had kind of forgotten about the goat, but the next day, out with the kids and popcicles...
"Kids! Do you hear that? Listen! There's a goat!"
"Yeah mom. Where is it?"
"I don't know!"
Jones: shhhh. doat. Doat get you! Ahh!
Jayne: The goat won't get you. Goats are nice.
Parley: No, goats are mean.
Jayne: What? No, goats are nice.
Hazel: Daddy goats are mean. They have horns.
That was yesterday. The bleating continued today. A little louder and more goat-like and a little less helpless child-like. We don't know where he is, but he's around here somewhere, and he's going to save me a trip to the zoo this summer.