Misbehaving Goats...

I love goats, but not their odor. Those I've met at the petting farm, have all been very friendly. They love to be petted, and want attention. One winter, I made the error of wearing my good leather gloves, and the odor would not come out. I had to toss them.

That same odor is in goat cheese, which I don't like.
 
We had some goats when I was a kid. They were the kind that get pretty big. Me and my brothers played with them...well, we called it play. We'd tease them and then run. Whoever escaped a tremendous head-butt was the winner.

The family wound up eating one of our goats and the rest were sold to other human carnivores. Me and my brothers didn't know that was the fate of the goats, so we didn't quite know how to feel about it. But they were tasty, though. Plus we thanked them and asked their forgiveness in our prayers for a while.
 
I love goats, but not their odor. Those I've met at the petting farm, have all been very friendly. They love to be petted, and want attention. One winter, I made the error of wearing my good leather gloves, and the odor would not come out. I had to toss them.

That same odor is in goat cheese, which I don't like.

That is completely true. However, that is what they also think of us.
 
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