Alison etc., that is :eek::eek::eek:
I once for a short time reted a nasty little cottage on a piece of property alongside the landlord’s house. They have a small goat barn and a fenced in pen of about 6 goats. One day, a purple minivan of hefty ladies in purple sweatpants pulled up when the owners were not there. They didn’t go to the door to ring the bell, so it seemed they were aware and unconcerned that the owners were not there. I had not seen them before, and thought it unlikely they were relatives of the owners, but you never know.
They started squealing, like school girls (they were probably in theirh 40’s) ran to the goat pen, opened the gate, went in and closed the gate behind them and proceded to run around, chasing the goats. Litterally chasing the goats and trying to catch them. Why they didn’t just stand there and let the goats come up to them, which these goats would do, I don’t know. But chase them they did. Around, and around, not really laughing, but squealing and screaming “OH, I almost got one!” They never actually seemed to catch one, and eventually got in their mini van and left. I didn’t say anything to them, as the place was owned by Very wierd owners, who were odd and agressive and I was moving out soon because I couldn’t feel comfortable talking to them, anyway. I might have gotten yelled at for yelling at these people, I had no idea who they were and didbn’t want to know. I just shook my head. Most bizzarre behaviour ever seen. But that’s not nearly as wierd as Allison Wunderland up there.