Being the genius that I am, I decided to explain everything about what had with the small goat to her so that they both would have nothing to worry about. I invited her to come with me down to my cave and started to make my way down. She decided that nothing but bad could come from the situation and ran past me on her way to the other side saying that I should wait for the next goat that would be crossing soon. I knew this would be the dominant male and I reckoned that I could talk to him and get this whole mess cleared up. I heard a Trip, Trop, Trip, Trop and I once more hailed the greeting and once more I didn't get a response.
Goats are sooo inconsiderate .
So, I made the trip up to the top of the bridge to 'lock horns' with this fellow. When I got there this rather gruff-looking goat that immediately demanded to be able to pass to the other side confronted me. Not one to be easily goaded, I suggested that we talk about the afternoon's events over an early dinner. Apparently he misunderstood me and thought that I had said that I wanted to eat him for dinner. That's what he told the police anyway .