It’s the obscure book George Bush was reading on September 11th, now immortalized by Michael Moores Fahrenheit 9/11. It’s the harrowing tale of a girl, her goat, and a robber. It’s a tough one to track down, but look no further, here it is in it’s entirety, the final chapter in the goat saga; The Pet Goat: Part One & Two. Read at you own risk, this story may distract you for up to 7 minutes.
A girl got a pet goat. She liked to go running with her pet goat. She played with her goat in her house. She played with her goat in her yard.
But the goat did some things that made the girl's dad mad. The goat ate things. He ate cans and he ate canes. He ate pans and he ate panes. He even ate capes and caps.
One day her dad said, "that goat must go. He ate too many things." The girl said, "dad if you let the goat stay with us, I will see that he stops eating all those things."
Her dad said he will try it.
So the goat stayed and the girl made him stop eating cans and canes and caps and capes.
But one day a car robber came to the girls house. He saw a big red car near the house and said, "I will steal that car."
He ran to the car and started to open the door. The girl and the goat were playing in the back yard. They did not see the car robber.
More to come.
A girl had a pet goat. Her dad had a red car.
A car robber was going to steal her dad’s car. The girl and her goat were playing in the back yard.
Just then the goat stopped playing. He saw the robber. He bent his head down and started to run for the robber. The robber was bending over the seat of the car. The goat hit him with sharp horns. The car robber went flying.
The girl’s Dad ran out of the house. He grabbed the robber. “you were trying to steal my car,” he yelled.
The girl said, “but my goat stopped him.”
The car robber said, “something hit me when I was trying to steal that car.”
The girl said, “my goat hit you.”
The girl hugged the goat. Her Dad said, “that goat can stay with us. And he can eat all the cans and canes and caps and capes he wants.”
The girl smiled. Her goat smiled. Her Dad smiled. But the car robber did not smile. He said, “I am sore.”
The Pet Goat, Siegfried Engelmann & Elaine C. Bruner, Lesson 60, page 153, Reading Mastery 2, Storybook #1, SRA (Scientific Research Associates), McGraw-Hill, 1995, ISBN# 0026863553
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