Recently my family took a goat to New York City for three days. Trains, subways, crowded sidewalks, hotel suite, Times Square, Broadway - he was there. We even took him into the New York Public Library. If you've never ridden in a cramped elevator with five tourists and a goat, you'll want to try it someday.
Our travel companion was a foot-long rubberized rendition of a horned goat who bears absolutely no resemblance to the sweet darlings we left at home in their yard (whining pitifully at their abandonment, no doubt). He is a recent acquisition from my aunt's vast goat collection, which seems to be relocating in increments to our house. The latest box contained adorable stuffed goats in little outfits, trendy T-shirts...and the most revolting creature I've even seen, affectionately dubbed "Mutant Goat." How he ended up in my luggage is a mystery, but once there, how could we deny him the Big Apple experience?
You might guess that tourists posing for photos with a hideous miniature goat would garner stares or quizzical looks, but no one even seemed to notice. Apparently strange and bizarre behavior is more the norm in the city than in our rural hometown.
We decided Em and Ellie would not have enjoyed the city - except for Central Park. With all the giant climbing rocks and an endless supply of edible greenery, they could live there forever. Maybe if I gave them a hat to collect coins, they would dance for passers-by. Now, if only I sneak get them on the train...
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