This is a story of the time I saw a goat fly.
Like, fam, I am not even kidding. I. SAW. A. GOAT. FLY.
And I’m not even talking the “Greatest Of All Time” aka GOAT kind of goat that you would call this guy:
I mean, quite literally, a goat. Ewu. Ewure. Horns, hooves and all, like this guy:
Minus the sunglasses sha.
So here’s what led the goat to flying:
I live on the first floor of a building and there’s this one goat that always comes to disturb my trash.
You know how all these goats like to do na.
One day, I came home to find the goat at it again.
Something that was like this before:
Was already looking like this:
I just snapped.
I chased the goat and it ran upstairs to the second floor.
Me I was already thinking, “Mumu, there’s nowhere for you to go now. I will turn you into pepper soup this night”.
But I think the goat was already thinking:
“Mmmeeeeh…Sisteeeeh, you are on your own eeehhhh.”