I have owned three goats in my life. One was offered me as a present once I visited a village in Mali. It was brought me in front of the entire village. It was a beautiful goat, it looked nice - but it didn't taste as nice. It was served as dinner for me and the village later in the day.
I also had two goats in Mitandi, Uganda. I gave them away to some families that needed them more than I did.
I know it has nothing to do with the goat per se, but on the way back from the place where I gave away one of my goats, I mentioned to the two people walking along with me that I thought it would start to rain soon. In fact I was sure it would start to rain within less than an hour, despite that it was no indication of rain clouds anywhere. Both my Norwegian friend who live there and a local fellow, believed that I couldn't possibly be right, and it wasn't really the season for it either. Less than an hour later we were all soaking wet.
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