We nicknamed the goat whose photo appeared earlier the ''lucky goat'' as we had to do all we could to prevent K's parents from killing the goat in my honor. Luckily he convinced them that I would be happier wıth a live goat, but his mom was still pretty upset about it when we left. The kids were all feeding the goat leaves and bits of lunch by hand, I was so glad that we didn't have to eat the goat.
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