[Uncle Miltie]

I was riding a packed bus in Nepal with about 60 people headed down from the high Himalayas into Kathmandu for a festival. The slaughter of a goat for this festival was highly desired, so a shepherd loaded his flock of about 40 goats into the aisle of the already full bus.

Needless to say, we were quite crowded. One goat in particular was jammed up against my right knee for the whole ride.

When we reached a suburb where the goats were marketable at a good price, the shepherd unloaded his flock.

Except for that one goat by me. The neck pressed against my knee had cut off all circulation, and when decompressed, the goat fell over dead.

The bus was still terribly crowded, so we grabbed the goat, passed it overhead, and threw it out the window.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

[tracer]

Butt, butt......