16/06/2017
There was a time I was in shags chilling in the verandah when my dad stood at the doorway and said, "I can't find one goat."
"What colour is he?" I asked. (she-goats don't get lost).
"Brown, and white."
He's 69yrs old (my dad, not his goat) and I was 38 so if a goat hadn't returned home, I was to look for it, not him. Never mind that I have no experience looking for lost goats.
If we were white people, this wouldn't be happening because we would have named the goat Bella or something and I would simply have had to call out "Bella! Bella! Bella where are you? Bella, you have us worried!" And Bella would have shown up.
Looked for the goat for half hour, didn't find him.See, I wanted to impress him so I didn't want to go back home without the goat because he would be disappointed in me.
Anyway, I went back home without the goat. At night we ate dinner in silence, with only the news on the TV as sound.
Nafa bottlers is giving out a gift! The catch; tell us a funny/warm story about you and your father. Most Liked Comment wins.
