So Liman brought home a goat from his remote village. I thought, what a nice pet! It was very cute and the bleating noise it made was very much like a little baby. It was great for a few hours. But she must have missed her goat cousins in the village because she bleated all night long. I woke up with dreams of babies crying only to discover it was the goat.
A couple of days later I noticed Liman sharpening a knife. Why would he need to do that in the yard? When he headed for the goat i knew my bad crying babies dreams were over. I will spare the readers what went on next. Let's just say she is bleating for the angels now.