posted on Oct, 8 2007 @ 01:15 PM
I've got a short one for you, that comes to mind.
My grandpa took sick, and became what he called, "bedfast." He stayed in his bed for several weeks and wouldn't come out, It was very unlike
him. He was always active and doing something around the property. We rarely saw him sit. He was so sick, that he moved into the house with us.
During this time, my mom bought a pet nanny goat for my brother Kenny. For the first few days, he loved that goat like, 'nobody's business.' He
spent hours building a little shed for it to live in. He kept us in awe telling us funny stories about it. He couldn't do enough for it. Then, I
guess he got the devil in him. I don't know. But he burned the goats house down, then became remorseful, because Nanny had nowhere to live. So he
turned her loose in the house.
The first place she ran, was Grandpa's bedroom. During this time, he knew nothing about the goat. Kenny became alarmed and went and rushed Nanny
out of the house. A few minutes later, Grandpa came crawling into the living room on his hands and knees, with a terrified look on his face,
inquiring, "What was that thing that came and looked me in my face!!"
We explained that it was Kenny's goat. He looked instantly relieved, got to his feet and said, "Good! I thought the dan' devil came for me!"
With that he went outside and started his chores as usual.