The Goat

I got home from a vacation with mom and dad. The walls of my house were bulging in different places from water damage. I couldn't figure out where the leak was coming from. I pulled out my washer from the wall to look behind it and there was a goat laying on the floor, curled up on a towel. I was startled and pulled my hand back quickly. "Poor little goat," I thought. "He probably needs something to eat and drink." As I was trying to find something for the goat, I called mom to see if she and dad would stop by my house on their way home so they could help me figure out the water damage. Mom said they were already on the road and had had to leave at 5:00 that morning. They lived somewhere on the east coast. She said they were carrying lots of meat in the car with them and they had to let it cool down to retain its flavor.