Okinawan Goat
While we were in Okinawa we spent a lot of time doing what we do best, walking around. Fortunately, we were with two friends that also seemed to enjoy that very same thing. For three out of the four days we were blessed with great weather – sunny skies and warm-ish temperatures.
On the second day of walking around, just a block or two from the beach, Ella stopped and started looking around. “I think I hear a goat,” she said.
The rest of us sort of laughed. I, myself, kind of rolled my eyes (without her seeing, of course). I mean seriously, a goat?!?! We are on a tropical island, minutes from the beach, in a bustling part of town, not exactly the type of place you would expect to see a goat.
She persisted though, “Really, I think I hear a goat.” The rest of us still hadn’t heard anything, so we continued walking. We walked to the corner, crossed the street, and sure enough, there was the goat that she heard.
It was, perhaps, the saddest little goat I have ever seen. It was all tangled up in the line that it was tied to. Ella immediately went over to see her little goaty friend, and the proceeded to tell stories of her pet goat from when she was a kid.
Next time Ella tells us that she hears a goat, I might actually believe her the first time. But, an elephant, maybe not.
So…Ella had a kid when she was a kid?
Just thinking of that poor little creature, all tied up…
it gives me a lump in my goat, I mean, throat.