“Goober, there’s a cow in the living room,” Grady said.
“Yeah,” Goober answered.
“That seem a bit strange to you?”
“Well, at first, but once he settled down it didn’t seem so weird.”
“Whose cow is he and why is he in our living room?”
“Oh, I bought him from this guy down at the church parking lot. He said having your own cow was the smartest thing we could do. Said we could milk this fella and never have to buy milk again.”
“Fella? Is this a boy cow?”
“Of course. Didn’t you see his horns?”
“Goober, you don’t get milk from a boy cow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
“Well, what are we gonna do?”
“We? You bought him. You need to take him back and get your money from that guy.”
Grady helped Goober load up the steer and watched him head off to the church parking lot. A few minutes later Goober returned. As Grady came outside, Goober was unloading a goat from the back of his truck.
“Goober, you were supposed to get your money back, not trade him for another animal!”
“But this is a magical goat,” Goober said. “He’ll keep the bears away.”
“There aren’t any bears anywhere near here,” Grady said.
“Of course not, we've got a magical goat now.”
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