ABSTRACT
My grandpa has a mother goat at his house. The mother goat had two little goats and the little goats could not walk because they were babies. If you tried to get close to the little goats, the mother goat is going to try to hit you with her head. One of the little goats became my friend. One day my grandpa got a knife and he cut the mother goat. The baby goats were sad because we ate the mother goat. The good thing was that my grandpa said that I could play with the bones. He also said that now I would be able to feed the baby goats.
