Mountain Goats

 

When I placed two folded sleeping bags (that needed some focused zipping up) onto the futon, little did I expect to return only to find them in a jumble--forgive me, a mountain--with two mountain goats cavorting about (swords and all). Well, I couldn't bear to actually put away the sleeping bags for at least the weekend, because each time I decided to tidy up--just when I thought the mountain goat game had lost appeal--a noisy little goat would bound in and wrestle to the top of the squishy heap. And of course shout, "I'm a goat!"