[Thinkin' Gal]

He went to a meat market in Borough Park, Brooklyn, and found the perfect goat. But when Kirschenbaum picked it out, it was given to a non-Jew and slaughtered before Kirschenbaum-and the ritual slaughterer he had brought with him-could intervene.

"They killed my goat!" he said. "I'm like, 'What are you doing, man? You killed my goat!' "

An alternative goat was selected and slaughtered, along with two sheep, one of which Kirschenbaum described as "drop-dead gorgeous."

[dighton]

There was an old man of Khartoum
Who kept a tame sheep in his room,
‘To remind me,’ he said,
‘Of someone who’s dead,
But I never can recollect whom.’

-- W.R. Inge.