July 23, 2006

Billy Goat Gruff

While at my aunt and uncle’s home in Alabama, we went for a boat ride. My aunt rides horses and my uncle is into boats. So off we went one evening, down the Tennessee River.

It was a beautiful night. And as my uncle navigated the boat around the river, my boys begged to go under one of the bridges and that is when my aunt reminded them of the story of the Billy Goat Gruff.

As we approached the bridge, my aunt said to my boys, “Hey, lets all see if we can call out the Billy Goat and see if he’s living under this bridge.”

Now we all knew she was playing, but it was all in fun, so as we went under the bridge, while my uncle quietly watched, the three boys, my aunt and I, all started ‘bleating’ like goats.

Bahhhh! Bahhhhhhh! Bahhhhh!

And of course it echoed under the bridge, so as if the five of us were not loud enough, the sound of the five various goat imitations bounced under the bridge, magnifying the sound.

And as we made our way to the other side of the bridge, we found that on the bank stood a group of man/boys fishing, standing there, rods in hand, staring at us like we were a bunch of lunatics.

We could not quit laughing…

Posted by Boudicca at July 23, 2006 10:22 PM | TrackBack

You should've started making the goat sounds again and headbutting to really give them something to look at!!!

Posted by: Lisa W. at July 24, 2006 05:39 AM

LMAO. That's priceless.

Posted by: Sticks at July 24, 2006 06:12 PM

I'm with Lisa on the continued spoofing.

But really, now: goats "Maaa" not "Bah".


Posted by: David at July 27, 2006 12:14 PM