After figuring out that three billy goats is too many (come to think of it, one billy goat is too many) I gave up and let Jon take one of them to the sale barn. I couldn't go with him because I think the country folk up there would call the police if they saw me crying and hanging on to the holding pen - and the thing is I don't even like him! At the same time though I want him to go hang out with another family, that simply won't have him for dinner.
I didn't here anything about the sale of the animal and Jon simply dropped him off, poor thing he didn't know anybody, didn't have any friends. Anyway a few weeks later, I received a check in the mail along with an invoice. This was not photo shopped - I simply must share the description. Apparently it isn't just cattle people that are obssessed with testicles in the country. (Or more appropriately the lack thereof)
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