I'm sorry. I forgot to mention that the goat had eaten my anchovies and as a result (I guess) had become violently sick to its stomach. You see, the anchovies were still alive and I was going to release them in the Strait of Juan de Fuckah. That's on the Snake River, just downstream from Arimo and upstream from Burley. It's called that because it's where Juan McDonald got himself into a dire strait when Henry Plummer caught Juan with Colletta, Henry's nubile daughter, back in 1863. Henry, of course, was later hanged by the Vigilantes up in Montana, and well-deserved it was, too.