On the farting of a goat…
As I was leaving the house today, I heard the unmistakable sound of a fart. I looked around for the guilty party but all my eyes could find was a goat chewing on some grass.
The look on the goat’s face screamed guilt, but I saw no remorse in those dull eyes. He smirked a goatey smirk, pointed his behind in my general direction and with a wiggle of his tail, farted again. Loudly.
And that is all I have to report on the farting of a goat.