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Fantasy, can a goat know of such a concept? Maybe it can if from its origin the goat began life in a completely different species of life.
As of what remains human and this is very little after the wild mating session with four lust-loving nannies. Strange is the manner of animalistic courtship, the sniffing and tasting of that what human knowledge tells even a buck goat that what he did could cause in him a great illness.
Lucky or maybe too it is the way the creator made all animals, but the immunity to many ills known to humans is not part of what it is to be as is an animal. A part of the waken mind is thankful for the intense form of immunity one has when becoming then as this animal.
That what is thankful holds yet the thin hope of a fantasy dream to come true. Wild is what he who is as a buck goat, and natural to his being male and an animal, he find solace and enjoyment being as an animal.
The wicked thrills he had so recently known remain vivid in his mind. So real to him that with walking about, tending to his bodily needs or those of yet another nanny feeling her urge, he looks at this as the realization of his human fantasy to become as is an animal.
The mind likes to delve into dreamy ideas, wild hopes of things that by what is real, cannot be real!
Munching in a mindless manner, swallowing what is chewed, and continuing until the belly sends its notice of feeling full; he who is as a goat does what the rest of the herd likes to do.
A warming day as part of the heat coming from a scalding sun up in the sky, he who is a goat looks for some shade.
The folding under his bodily torso of what were arms, hands, and legs with feet seems suddenly as an oddity; but as well as if commonplace to being as is a goat.
Shade lends to tranquil feelings and contentment comes as if a cloud of animal born delight. Settled into a comfortable spot there in the pasture and protected by the branches and leaves of a huge Oak tree; there is then the unthinkable action to a human of the regurgitation of swallowed grass, for more chewing on what is his cud.
The action of chewing on what is called a cud hits the remembering human mindset, it compares the act to vomiting and then finding delight in chewing it all over again!
First and second times of chewing at his cud makes the human in him swoon with disgust and horror at having to life all his remaining years as being like to a goat.
Fantasy comes again, as if the act of cud chewing is one so commonplace to being as is a goat that one, he who was made as is a goat then pays little concern to the vile action.
Hours pass and when cud chewing tires even a strong buck goat, he lays his chin and head down on the ground and lets slumber take him further into the fantasy realm of learning to be what it is to live as does a goat.
Dreams come, as what was as a fantasy is presently all too real. In recounting during dreamy sleep the goat mind takes up what it was as remembered times when it stood and walked the earth uprightly, being as a human, and enjoying what to being then a goat is but some wild and impossible fantasy.
"Noise," it is the farm owner beating a wooden spoon to the bottom of an olden time wash bucket; this the goat herd knows as the signal they should return to the barn of food, hay, water, and the gathering together for a night of slumber, sleeping, and the occasional new conquest.
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