Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“See. Told you. Pervert.”
Another truck flew past. This time he sat on his horn as he breezed by, and I went from squatting down to tumbling back onto my ass. The goat…well, he took one step and fell over again—all four legs stood straight up in the air. I couldn’t believe I’d damaged such an adorable baby goat.
“See. He’s hurt. We can’t leave him here.”
“What do you expect us to do for him? Belt him into the backseat of the car and take him to a veterinarian for a full work up?”
Two hours later, we were finally pulling off the highway in Sterling, Colorado to take our passenger to the Sterling Animal Hospital. It had taken Chance nearly a half-hour to unpack and repack the back of my car to make room. He wasn’t happy about it.
“Snowflake?”
“No.”
“It’s from the children’s book…”
“Heidi. Yes. I know.”
“You do?”
“What? You just assume I’m uneducated because I don’t walk around with a stick up my ass like your Harrison?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh yeah? So what made you assume I wouldn’t know a classic literature story?”
“I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the type.”
“Well maybe you should stop typecasting people. Not everyone fits into neat little compartments you know.”
We were both silent for a while, with only the woman’s voice from my GPS interrupting occasionally to direct us to turn.
“Mutton.”
“Excuse me?”
“For the goat. A name.”
“We are not naming him mutton! That’s sadistic.” We’d been arguing over names for the last hour or so. I favored names from Greek mythology or classic literature, whereas Chance wanted to name him one of the many dinners the poor baby could be turned into.
We arrived at the animal hospital, pulling up to an open spot right in front of the door. I made Chance carry the little guy, even though the door was only about ten feet away. Holding Esmerelda Snowflake, he looked…hot.
Was I that demented? Because I actually thought he was even sexier carrying a goat.
Inside, the women at the front desk confirmed it wasn’t just me. Their eyes feasted on the bulge of his biceps as he carried our injured passenger to the front desk. He was quite the sight. I started to smile. Until he spoke.
“My friend slammed her BMW into this little guy while she was trying to get a grip on her vibrator.” He smirked at me and winked at the receptionist. She blushed. I wanted to punch him.
“I’d like to get him checked out. I didn’t think I hit him, but he just seems…off.”
Chance snickered and mumbled under his breath, “He’s not the only one.”
Fifteen minutes later, we finally saw a doctor. He checked out the goat as if it were an everyday occurrence. One hand held him down on the examining table, the other pressed on his belly, checked his eyes, and wiggled all four legs. It seemed like a thorough physical to me.
“Everything seems to check out just fine. He has the usual congenital myotonic symptoms, and he probably suffered from a thiamin deficiency at some point. But those conditions don’t come from a car accident. In fact, I don’t see any signs that this little guy was even hit. It was probably just the fainting.”
“The fainting?”
The doctor chuckled. “This here is what is commonly known as a fainting goat. It’s a genetic disorder. Popular around these parts. Some farmers even show them. They faint when they get nervous. All the muscles in their bodies freeze up, and they basically just tip over. Only lasts about ten seconds. Doesn’t cause any pain, but it’s unusual to see for the first time.”
“But…he’s confused, too. When he got up, he walked straight into my car. And kept banging into things during the drive here.”
“Well, that’s likely because he’s blind, too.”
“Blind?”
“Thiamin deficiency, I’d guess. Unfortunately, it’s becoming a more common problem. Improper feeding, particularly too much grain and too little roughage. Greedy farmer trying to fatten up the animal quickly. One of the side effects of the deficiency is blindness.”
“Let me get this straight,” Chance said with a skeptical tone. “We didn’t hit the goat, but he faints when he’s scared and he’s blind.”
“That’s right.”
Chance erupted in laughter. It was the second time I’d seen him lose it in the last twenty-four hours. His chest heaved, and a deep throaty sound echoed through the room. I couldn’t help it. It got to me. Next thing I knew, I was hysterically laughing. too. We laughed so hard, tears streamed down our faces.
“What are we supposed to do with him?” Chance chuckled as he spoke to the doctor.
“Whatever you want, I suppose.”
“Where do we bring him?”
“Bring him?”
“Is there, like, a shelter for animals we can bring him to?”
“For goats? Not that I’m aware of. Although there are quite a few farmers around. You can probably get one of them to take him in as part of their herd.”