Fear and Loathing in the Goat Pen

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Notes From the Night Desk

We were had finally arrived. Time to feed the goats. But something was wrong – very wrong. The pen was empty. The pen we keep the MALE goats in.

Those savage bastards that marked & mauled me – permanently scarred me mentally, physically & emotionally.

Their needy savagery is something to be in awe of. Hitler, himself, had the heart & eyes of a goat.

And these male goats are pedophiles!

Our Ladies are too young for breeding. Their bodies to small.

But that is what happened, damnit. Those horny, horny bastard guys knocked the fencing staples from the building. Pushing their way into the female’s pen.

This was going to be bad. Trying to control a horny goat is as futile, I found out, as keeping the candle flame alive in a tornado.

This was going to be a battle of body & wits & endurance.

First things first:…

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