Have you seen four goats being chased by a dump truck?

I have no pictures. There wasn't time to grab my camera. So I will tell this story as succinctly as I am able.

I am outside, enjoying the day. Sun is shining, slight breeze, chickens are pecking, goats are grazing.

Horn honks. Again. Are the goats grazing?

No. They have broken down the fence down at the corner of the field.

Horn honking persistantly.

I am running, my flip flop breaks. I get to the end of the driveway and only see the back of a drump truck. I throw off my flip flops (or just flops, having lost the flip at this point) and when I look up the truck is gone.

I run to the barn, grab a can of grain. Did I mention I am barefoot? I jump in the van, start down the road. A young lady is walking her dog. I pull over and roll down the window. Before the words come out of my mouth, I see them but I can't stop them.

"Have you seen four goats being chased by a dump truck?"
It sounds like the start of a bad joke.

Long pause, "Uhhh, what?"

Nevermind, obviously she hasn't.

There is a T in the road. Do I go left or right? Suddenly they all appear from the right. I pull over to the side of the road, open the back of the van. Shake the grain and all but Stella jump into the back of my van. I chase Stella around the van, catch her and throw her in the passenger seat and we all head back home.

Goats. Really?

Smiles from the farm,
Lisa