Goats
A few years ago, there used to be a large billy goat living in the neighbor's field behind our house. He had horns of rather frightening size. I affectionately dubbed him "Bastard" and shared my breakfast with him on the way to school every morning. One day, it was the weekend and I came outside later in the day. Bastard hadn't had any breakfast, and he was angry. I was charged by a furious goat with massive horns, and I ran back into the house. I went to the window, and he stayed outside for nearly an hour. The next day, I again came outside late, and Bastard charged me again. I ran to the car, and got inside, and the stupid thing circled the car for at least a half hour, putting scratches in it with the ends of it's horns. I explained later to my dad what had happened to his car. He was not pleased. I haven't seen that goat since.
(Fodqou, Fri 3 Jun 2005, 20:02, Reply)