March 23
Fun short story..
Mid afternoon is probably my favorite part of the day. That’s my time to escape to my tent, pop in my headphones, open my journal and enjoy my God time. I absolutely love it! Not only am I able to escape the chaos of the day but I’m also able to escape the blazing African sun. I unzip both doors and enjoy the cool breeze that flows through. It’s a perfect combination of hot sun, steady wind, blaring music and my Heavenly Father. Yesterday (3/22) was another one of those great afternoons. Everything was going just like it always does; relaxing. That is until Melody Brewer stumbled over to my tent with a fresh out the womb, albino goat. It was kind of funny at first. The whole, I just stole a goat from its mother, is a little humerus until said goat is in my tent. Mhm.. Before I knew it I was face to face with the little guy.
Back story- its an ongoing prank we pull here in Africa.. Barn animals in tents. Luckily, up until this incident, I have never fallen victim to this disturbing prank. My pranks don’t include fleas and placenta.. More like awkward sleeping bag encounters. I’ll save that for another blog 😉
Like I was saying, this uninvited house guest of mine was no ordinary goat. Apparently that’s what made it 10x funnier than originally planned. Ya see, this tiny bundle of squeaky noises couldn’t have been but a few days old. The umbilical cord attached to his belly was a clear indicator of that. The poor kid could barely stand on his own. I would know. I saw the struggle in his eyes. How could I miss it? He was 6 inches from my face. During the observation period between the goat and I, I came to the conclusion that there was a strong possibility that this goat is albino. I’ve never seen an albino goat but if I had to point one out, this would be the guy. His eyes were just one of the main giveaways. Have you ever seen an albino goats eyes? Google it.
So as I laid there, speechless and confused, staring at this fragile fresh goat, I couldn’t help but to yelp. He was cute but I wanted him out of my tent. We were both so thrown off (the goat and I). Between the awkward encounter, bad prank and over-the-top laughter that was erupting from the depths of Melody’s soul, I didn’t know what to do. Once the laughter finally subsided and the look of pure horror had left my face, Melody regained herself and removed the nameless goat from my tent.
I’ve seen a lot of weird things in Africa but this situation, in particular, is one I won’t forget. Thank you Melody for a memorable afternoon
So as I laid there, speechless and confused, staring at this fragile fresh goat, I couldn’t help but to yelp. He was cute but I wanted him out of my tent. We were both so thrown off (the goat and I). Between the awkward encounter, bad prank and over-the-top laughter that was erupting from the depths of Melody’s soul, I didn’t know what to do. Once the laughter finally subsided and the look of pure horror had left my face, Melody regained herself and removed the nameless goat from my tent.
I’ve seen a lot of weird things in Africa but this situation, in particular, is one I won’t forget. Thank you Melody for a memorable afternoon
