Billy the Goat
One day my brother went to a farm fair..
Bought a baby goat for a pet..
"Any of the regular pets would've been great.
A cat, a dog or even a bird."
"But a goat?"
I thought..
It was cute, but still a goat...?
Anyway, as days went and time flew..
Our bond grew..
I named him little Billy..
Silly Billy followed me
Every where I went..
Hours together we would spend..
But I must tell you
Something was really absurd about this goat..
It had an unusual fondness for human food.
I tried to feed him grass too.
But he refused to consume..
He had more qualities to him that made him unique.
He was a little gymnast,
He could roll,
He could jump and he could do flips too...
He would do stunts that I'd never seen other goats do.
Heck! He would even fetch little pieces of wood.
One day I had to go out to the town.
To pay a visit to a doctor well renowned..
I bade little Billy a goodbye..
Told him to be a good boy.
And that I'd be back soon
And bring him some toys..
The doctors visit went well.
Treatment took a day..
Reports took two.
Doctor gave me some medication..
Some pills I took..
Pills to make me feel good..
After I was back, the first thing I did was
Call out for little Billy..
He was no where to be seen.
Instead a little dog came in.
With it's tail swinging..
Jumping and panting..
I asked my brother what happened
To Billy the goat..
My brother told.
There was no Billy the Goat..
It had been Billy the dog all the while..
©su_tshant
Copyright © Sushant Basnet | Year Posted 2022
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