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To: Gauguin who wrote (42797)	11/25/1999 5:10:00 PM
From: Crocodile	Respond to of 71178

<<"Quit scratching your butt in the kitchen." >> I feel like I should ask about this... but maybe I don't want to know... (?????).... or do I? ;-}>

To: Gauguin who wrote (42797)	11/25/1999 7:17:00 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

And now a "goat story" in honour of this festive occasion... As you may or may not know, dairy goats are quite prolific animals and one is always faced with selling off a number of young goats (mainly males) each year . The most savvy farmers ensure that all young cabritos are ready to go to market at Christmas or Easter or even Thanksgiving... for you see, not everyone wants a big turkey or a roast goose for the holidays. Now, this story takes place a couple of years ago... just before the special Easter sale of cabritos in our region. On this morning, the Crocs loaded 5 young, lively, and very rotund, horned cabritos into the truck for the journey to the local livestock auction. Upon arrival at the sale barn, Senor Croc unloaded the fat, lively cabritos into the receiving pen area. Soon after, a couple of sale barn attendants came up to tag said animals, but one soon realized that he had the wrong tags and left his small "cubicle" office to procure the correct tags from the main office. Sadly, this attendant neglected to close the cubicle door properly... and it soon opened of its own accord. Los cabritos, being the very wily and observant fellows that they were, saw a golden opportunity to take shelter in said office with its stool, computer and large box of form-feed paper. Senor Croc feels that their intention may have been to determine just how many rotund cabritos can fit inside of a 4 X 4 foot telephone booth-sized room.... ;-}> Well, once inside the cubicle, los cabritos began leaping on and off of the counter and quickly became entangled in the box of form-feed paper. Of course, Senor Croc and the attendants rushed to try to disperse the wild and unruly cabritos... but the task was not so easy... for you see, these fellows were several months old, quite large, and had 10" long horns which more closely resembled large daggers than any physical appendage... and, as you might imagine, the "height" of said daggers was such that even the most "macho" of hombres might cringe at the thoughts of possible "impact"... ;-}> Ah yes....it was serious situation indeed as los cabritos kept everyone at bay... But finally, Senor Croc waded into the fray... (proving once more, that we crocodiles are a tough breed indeed)... and managed to extricate the gang leader of the wild band of roving cabritos... at which point the remaining followers soon gave up their hold on the small "fortress". Much swearing and shaking of fists ensued shortly after... and as you might well imagine, said attendant who neglected to close the cubicle door received the brunt of this abuse. However, the task of having to untangle reams of form-feed paper which had been ground beneath the dancing hooves and squished nanny-berries of the roving band of miscreants, was probably the most fitting punishment of all...and perhaps may have taught a lesson which will not soon be forgotten... Senora Croc...;-}>