After the bears, the elephants, the flamingos, the white Bengal tiger, the alligator, and the albino alligator, we came to the
petting zoo, and though I felt sheepish about going inside the gate, we went ahead. And there, in the dirt, the highlight of the afternoon, at least for me: the goat who leaned into my thigh as I rubbed the crease behind her ears. And every time I stopped, she did her version of that back, which was to clean my forearm with her rough pink tongue. And when I got up to leave, she started running with me and made a sound, halfway between a cat and a bird cry, which sounded like "no!"
Said goat appears at the bottom of the stack.
(And no, the bear below isn't dead, as the schoolchildren cried, but taking a nap in the heat.)