Well, you see, the Cook's mummy is staying for Easter.
My bedroom has an outside door onto the deck and into the backyard.
I called The Cook and her Mum to see the goats.
They expected to look through the door, but I had let Bubba and Bazza into the bedroom.
It seemed funny at the time.
Well, what could happen...the room has polished boards?
It raised a gratifying amount of squeals and laughter.
I love it when a joke pays out.
Then Bazza jumped onto my bed.
More squeals and laughter.
An even better joke.
Then he piddled!
Squeals turned to screams (mine) of, 'Get him off the bed!'
Gallantly The Cook jumped into action and onto the bed to push Bazza off.
But it was too late
the horse had bolted the goat had peed.
I'm sorry it all happened too fast for a picture
but I thought you would enjoy a naughty goat story for Easter.
Maybe it is karma for all those dreadful puns
in last week's posts about peaing and leeking.