Fall Of A Sleepy Goat

The dilemma one faces when stuck under a large cow is to say the least, rather large. Some would say in fact that the size of the cow itself is directly proportional to the size of the dilemma one faces when under it. This however doesn’t matter at all because Frank was trapped under a goat, which is an entirely different animal.

Frank couldn’t believe his luck in fact, it was the best thing that had happened to him all day. Don’t get me wrong, being nestled in the centre of a grass-goat sandwich isn’t a particularly pleasant experience, but Frank had good reason to enjoy it while he could.

In a single day he had the three worst experiences of his life. Firstly, he was rudely awoken at 8 am by a large metal ball flying through his wall, secondly the fridge was empty and thirdly he had been chased four miles by a rampant carrot costume (which contained a man).

Frank enjoyed the damp warmth that the goat provided and slept there all night. The goat was asleep and knew nothing of the snoring man who lay beneath it.

The sun rose over the snow covered mountain tops at 5:30 am, just as a caterpillar in little boots scampered over Frank’s nose. He stirred and yawned. He rolled out from under the goat and went home.