It's been a while, but I have to post this to the blog. It is a beautiful true story. While chatting to one of my friends, a true raconteur, on Facebook, we discussed my potbelly pig and how well we understood each other. Then he shared this beautiful true story with me that I am about to share with you now, in his exact words:

Friend: you know
Friend: down the road from my gf was a goat
Friend: and i used to walk past the goat, she was lovely
Friend: and she loved to eat flowers
Friend: and one day i bought flowers for the goat and i fed them to her through the fence
Friend: she ate them all, delicious
Friend: and then my gf pointed out that I had never bought her flowers
Friend: i buy flowers for a goat, but never for her

Me: man now that is hilarious
Me: is that a true story

Friend: 100% true

Me: is the goat still there?

Friend: no, that sweet goat is no longer there
Friend: i still look for her
Friend: she was so cool, she loved me
Friend: i brought her flowers to eat :-D :-D

Me: this is the best story i have heard in a long time

Friend: happy to be of story telling service!
Friend: from one raconteur to another