We were doing a farm theme and Scott thought it would be oh so cool to have some live animals around for the kids. Now, that in and of itself is not hard. Lots of folks in Oregon raise livestock. The difficulty is transporting them to said destination as he soon found out.
Scott went over to our friends to pick up the goat. Dan, who was not there at the time and owner of livestock, said it was a small goat and Scott could borrow his old van to put the goat in and bring it back to the church.
According to Dan's instructions, Scott went out to the pen where the "goat" was kept and found not only one goat but a herd. Not a problem he thought. I'll just grab a goat and be off.
Now you may think this sounds easy enough. No, no, no. When a gate is opened on a farm chaos ensues as every living thing behind that gate flees to freedom. Goats ran everywhere and Scott was trying desparately to round them up, not calmly I must add. Chase one down, put it back, chase one down, put it back. Time was running short. He had to get that one captured goat back to church.
Finally he had accomplished stowing the "church" goat in the van. However, this van was empty. No seats, no net. Just bare, rusted floor and a drivers seat. This goat is on his own. So Scott threw him in the back and off they went. I imagine the sound was deafening as goat hooves and horns skidded over the metal floor. Slamming into the sides of the van was probably loud as well. But the goat did make his appearance and the kids adored him.
That's one goat Scott made a memory for.
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