Back when my Grandpa was younger he used to own goats. His billy goat always got out and would get in my grandpa’s garden. Once when my grandpa was watering his garden the billy goat got in the garden and grandpa sprayed it with the water-hose. The goat got mad and chased my grandpa to the house. Grandma had the door locked and was laughing too hard to go unlock the door. So my grandpa had to climb on the porch banister until the goat left. The next day, my grandpa loaded the goat up and took it to the market.