Brittany! The Goat Hero!

Well, I'm sure as most of you know. I had a very funny experience this summer. It was when I had just recently gotten my PICC Line removed. I was riding home from a good work-out session at the Gym, and had checked out some good books from the library. I was riding past some pastures and corales, when I noticed some horses in one pasture were all running around in mahem. Kicking, stomping and bucking. I thought at first that someone was training them. But when I came to the Pasture I noticed a small goat, similar to the one in the picture, running terrifyed amongst all the angry beasts. I looked around the pasture to see if there were any more goats inside. But no, instead in the smaller pasture next to the horse pasture, there was a family of goats. Putting two and two together, I figured out that this young goat must have somehow escaped, and got into the horse pasture. I called my mom and asked for adivce because the horses had just trampled the poor thing. She told me to go to the goat owner's house and warn them. I did so, but no one was home. I noticed a gap in the corner of the fence and wondered as I went back over to the horse pasture if the goat got out through there. The entrance to the horse pasture was a metal bar gate. There was a rather large gap on the bottom that I expected I could slide the goat from underneath. I knelt beside the fence and called to the goat. Mimicing goat sounds, and surprisingly the goat tore towards me and tried to dive under the gate. Only problem was that the goat kept it's rear end up. So it was stuck. It withdrew quickly and ran away while the horde of horses galloped after it. I stuck the upper half of my body under the gate, and when the goat passed by again I grabbed it's legs and had it fall on it's side. I pulled the goat under the gate and it began to struggle immediantly. We were right next to a busy road, so I threw myself on top of the goat to try and pin it down. Problem was that the goat was strong enough to carry me! So I had to grab it's legs and make it fall again. After regaining some of my strength I picked up the goat tightly in my arms, and staggered to where I saw the gap in the corner of the fence. I had to fall on top of the poor goat again because it was struggling so strongly. And I was already tired from my work out. Finally I reached the spot, and aparently, the gap, was a small gate that was left open. I somewhat tossed the goat through the open gate, shut it, and locked it. And the goat bounded back over to it's family. I was bleeding on my leg, covered in sweat, dirt, and goat hair. I went over to the gate to the horse pasture to pick up my bike. All the horses were gathered there, wearing innocent looks. I said, "Yea yea yea, stop it all of you. It was just a baby you big bunch of whiners." They just sniffed me. I picked up my bike and finally got home and took a delightful shower. I was told many times afterward that the horses were just being protective of their territory. And I still glare at the goats when I pass by the pasture. The end. ^^