A farmer and his wife couldn't have a child

A farmer and his wife couldn't have a child so they prayed to the demon Butaljo to help them. When the wife gave birth, Butaljo said I granted your wish, but when she grows up

you must give her to my bro, the INTERRO-GATOR. The farmer said sure, but the wife was like, dude.. are you serious and he was so they did, and she did, and the gator got her.

But the gator was actually and amphibious submarine operated by MI:6 and the farmer's wife was actaully a quadruple agent who'd been banging and killing rural

goats to fit in. Suddenly, the gator sub issued an ominous tic-tocking sound. "The self-destruct sequence!" said the agent. "My beloved Billy Goat must've chewed a wire." She ran

to find her beloved billy goat, comforting the poor thing. The gator sub full of enemy agents was oblivious to the countdown's origin of itself and prepared to evacuate. She fled

on the back of her beloved goats Mother. There her goaty son was. All better. Now time.for happy dance! I danced away from the agents trailing my vicinity & left with my goats to a

little old lady that I met on the street. I traded the goats for a microwave pepperoni pizza and a bottle of Orangina. Pretty good trade, eh? The goats were smelly, and they

well I hope she responds to the one I posted for her although no one has responded to the last 5 I've left. Their loss as I'm the master

of training llamas wearing fancy hats to sing the entire Rodgers and Hammerstein musical theatre catalog. The hardest part teaching the choreography for The King and I though.