The Goofy Goat’s Great Escape

 

I woke up this morning to a strange “Maaaa!” sound,

I dashed to the barn, but no goat could be found.

I noticed the fence had a goat-shaped hole,

And footprints stomped through my mom’s casserole!

I raced down the lane, calling, “Come back here!”

But the goat kept trotting without any fear.

It nosed through the trash cans, sniffing for sweets,

Then bounced on my neighbor’s new car seats!

I grabbed a carrot and waved it around,

Hoping that snack might bring the goat down.

But a seagull swooped in with a shrill, “Ka-mee!”

And swiped that carrot right out of my reach.

The goat then galloped to the grocery store,

Tipped over a display (cans rolled on the floor!).

I skidded in circles, trying not to crash,

As the goat clomped past the checkout with flair and panache.

A little old lady squealed, “Oh dear me!”

While the goat nibbled lettuce near Aisle Three.

I slid on a pickle and fell on my rear,

The goat snorted softly, as though in good cheer.

We chased it outside where it bounded with glee,

Dodging a puddle, then leaping over me!

It wandered into a fancy café,

And tasted a cupcake before running away.

Exhausted, disheveled, I hatched one last plan:

I pulled out a bucket of sweet grain bran.

The goat slowed down, sniffed, its eyes all aglow—

It munched on the bran and decided to go (finally!) slow.

I led it back home, my shoes caked with dirt,

My shirt was torn, and my pride was hurt.

Yet the goat just winked with a playful grin,

And trotted back into its pen again.

Moral of this story? Sometimes life’s a race,

Full of runaway goats all over the place.

But chase them with patience and maybe a treat—

You’ll share a good laugh when you finally meet!