Well, I guess no one has looked at my blog. Either that or those who have looked at it don't care to comment. I'll see if the first two chapters generate any interest. Here goes:
The farm where Goatie Goo was born is not the farm where most of this story takes place. The farmer who owned the farm where Goatie Goo was born was not a very nice man. He saw animals only as crops. He had gone to college to learn about farming and one of his distinguished professors had told him that. ‘Animals are crops. They’re no different than corn or wheat or apples or peaches.’ So when he went back to his farm, from then on he only saw animals as crops. If cows couldn’t produce as much milk as they used to, he sold them to market. If goats couldn’t produce as much milk to make as much cheese as they used to, he sold them to market. He was just that way. He was in it strictly for the money.
But of course his farm was beautiful. The barns were always newly painted barn red. All of the grass around the barns was manicured. His fields were always in perfect rows with beautiful and fat crops with no weeds between the rows. All his animals were groomed beautifully. His tractors were new and shiny. Even the men who worked for him seemed to have a shine to them. His farm could have been in Better Farms and Gardens!
But as was stated before, this beautiful farm isn’t where most of the story takes place. Mostly because when this farmer—we’ll call him Farmer Jones—saw Goatie Goo and the color of his hair and the texture of hair, he thought of one thing immediately. MONEY! People would pay money to come and see this goat. He couldn’t sleep after the first day he saw Goatie Goo in the stall with his mother. He tossed and turned, thinking about the money he could make with such an attraction. He never once thought about why. That part needs to be repeated. Not once, from the moment Farmer Jones laid eyes on Goatie Goo, did he ask the question why. Wouldn’t that be the normal response? How could anyone come upon a stall expecting to see a goat and instead see a blue-haired, goo-haired goat and not ask the question why? Remarkable! But Farmer Jones never did. As soon as he walked up to the stall and saw Goatie Goo, he thought of money. After all, he was once told by a very smart man that animals were crops. And why do farmers produce crops? To make money.
So that’s what he thought. He could get an advertising campaign going, make people aware of the fact that he had a blue-haired, goo-haired goat, and then start collecting the dough! And that’s why he had trouble sleeping that first night after seeing Goatie Goo. He was thinking of all the possibilities of such a great miracle. A BLUE-HAIRED, GOO-HAIRED GOAT! YIPPEE! Well that’s what he thought and that’s why he couldn’t get any sleep. His wife elbowed him at some time during that first night, because he was tossing and turning so much, but he hardly noticed.
But that was the other miracle about Goatie Goo other than the fact that he was a blue-haired, goo-haired goat. He could see and understand things that other goats and animals and even people couldn’t see. His mother, because they were still in the same stall together—the farmer wasn’t about to turn them out into the field with the rest of the goats—noticed that something was wrong. He had grown considerably in a few days, and he hadn’t really eaten anything except that first straw. Now, without warning, he began to eat the stall door. It didn’t take very long before the meal was completed, and his mother was too astonished to say anything during the process. Once Goatie Goo removed the stall door, he simply walked away. His mother thought to call him in goat talk, but she was too awed. She had certainly begun to love him, and with a very strong love, but she somehow knew that he knew what he was doing. So she just watched him walk away, a slight bluish light cast in his wake. It was night when all this happened. She cried, but that didn’t last very long. Goats don’t cry.
As he proceeded through the barn the animals watched with amazement. They whispered to each other in animal talk: cow talk, pig talk, (also known as Pig Latin) dog talk, cat talk, and so on. ‘What is that?’ they asked. ‘Who is that?’ they whispered. That’s primarily what they whispered. But Goatie Goo didn’t seem to pay attention. He just walked toward the barn door. It was closed for the night. He ate it. HE ATE THE BARN DOOR!! That may not seem such a big deal until the fact that cows and tractors come through the door. Then he left the barn, the farm, and the whole area. For a while the animals could watch his departure, because of the blue glow. They were amazed. He seemed to be a miracle.