A Tale of Two Goats
While perusing through odd news today, I came across a story that related that a goat has been proclaimed King of Ireland. It seems that during a street fair named Puck Fair a goat presides as King over the festivities during the three day event. The fair is a hold over from an ancient Celtic festival where the goat symbolized fertility. Before the event a mountain goat is captured and then kept on top of a fifteen foot pedestal overlooking the event and then released back to it's mountain home.
I couldn't help but think of the differences in this Irish festival and if a like festival happened here in the Rolling Plains of West Texas. Here any three day event involving a goat would most likely involve one day of drunken rednecks lined up around a barn waiting for their turn at screwing the goat, one day of getting drunk and barbequeing the goat, and one day of these same rednecks praying for forgiveness of their sins of beastiality and public drunkeness.
As they say when in Rome do as the Romans but I have not been invited to any goat festivals and two days would be all I could take anyway.