We lived in Guam when I was 3, I always had this dim memory of having to crawl under a house and being afraid. Finally, as an adult I asked about that memory, evidently the goat got rat poison that they had all over the island and crawled under there to die and I was the only one little enough to crawl under there and drag it out.
Ah! When the world was young, and so were we :)
Awwwww. You poor thing!