I went to the zoo on the weekend with my wife, and there was, among other things, a valley with winegrowed goats. One of them (the most mastite, colourful, with a beard) liked human attention very much, and he constantly leaned to the fence to be scratched. And here appears on the horizon a man aged under thirty, of a faint appearance, apparently already pumping a beer under his ears, sees this goat, and loudly with such a loud voice: "Here is a goat, here is what I understand." He approaches the valley, begins to lick the goats, and even louder:"Good, brother!" The people around exploded, no one listened to his further whisper.