When I was 10-11 years old, my grandmother decided that it would be cool to feed two goats in the summer. When the winter arrives, let them go. My grandmother wasn’t rural from the word “totally”, so the way of the livestock was very ternist.

The goats spent several hours in the apartment waiting for transportation to the country. During this time, they sucked up, eaten up all the textiles in the room, put on a pair of goat balls, and settled in my heart forever. I wore them, scratched them, and played with them. One was called a cowboy and the other a cowboy. As it turned out, goats are very intelligent animals and suitable for dressing, which I am pleased to do.

Both responded only to their names, not far from me, like dogs in general. The coolest thing was that they learned to "give the foot", that is, the kopito. My grandmother was delighted to show this trick to all her guests.

The summer passed as usual quickly, and I became more and more concerned about the destiny of my parnocopy friends. This was His Majesty’s case. During one of our trips to the city for food, the goats were simply stolen. My grandmother read, and I was crying. But I was reassured by the thought that they would live, the way is better so than on the dungeon...

As a result, in the winter with potatoes a delicious meat, and grandmother - Oscar for best drama role and thriller script.