“Two of the goats are out of the pen,” my grandma said casually to my aunt (My aunt is seventeen. I just thought I’d add this in, so you would imagine her as a teenager, and not some old lady) Chelsea as we rode in the car down the long, bumpy driveway.

“WHAT?” yelled Chelsea. “Oh my God.” When we arrived at the house, my grandma stopped the car, Chelsea unbuckled quickly and jumped out of the car and slammed the door. She ran over to the goats that were frolicking and running around. You could just hear them laughing and saying, “Haha! We’ve escaped!” Chelsea sprinted across the mostly dead, brown grass, her red hair blowing into her face as she tried to catch the goats. They ran faster, and continued to leap.

“Sam!” Chelsea shouted to my sister, “Help me, please!?” Sam groaned quietly so my grandma wouldn’t know she didn’t care to help chase the goats, and then hopped out of the car. She ran over to Chelsea, and helped her run after the goats. Sam bent over and tried to capture the smallest goat, but it just wasn’t going to happen. It was obvious Chelsea was sick of trying to catch the crazy animals, so she went over to the fence and held it open, making sure none of the other goats got out. It didn’t look like they were that interested in escaping though, which was good. They were all too busy laying around in the grass or eating hay.

“Sam! You chase the goats into the pen while I hold the fence open!” she said.

“What?! Are you kidding me? UGH.” Sam said as she continued to chase them. Eventually she was able to capture the baby goat, but she slipped and fell to her knees. After all that, the despicable herd creatures  ran into the pen all by themselves.
                                                              
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Later on, I walked inside my grandma’s house and scrunched up my nose. The smell was terrible. “Umm, Chelsea, it smells so bad in here.” I said.

“I know. Lucky pooped and peed everywhere while we were gone.” Chelsea said. Lucky is a baby goat who lives inside the house, and wears a diaper.

“That’s disgusting. Are you going to clean it up?” I asked.

Chelsea sat down on the couch and unlocked her phone. “Nah. Maybe later.” she said as I rolled my eyes. After that Sam walked into the room with the same scrunched nose that I had. Soon after, Sam shuffled into the room with her lips curled in a disgusted manner.

“EWW! IT STINKS!” Sam whined loudly.

“Ugh. Fine, I’ll clean it up.” Chelsea sighed. While Chelsea cleaned up the horrifying mess, I sat down on the ugly, red patterned couch when suddenly Lucky trotted over to where I was sitting and jumped up on the couch. I picked her up, and she nuzzled her soft face into my cheek.

Despite all the problems goats cause, they’re still super adorable. The white baby goat smelled like a human baby because of her powder-scented diaper, which was kind of comforting. As I stroked Lucky’s back, she started to gnaw at my hair. She pulled about ten strands out of my head and chewed on them. I couldn’t help but laugh at how strange goats are.