While checking my Sitemeter statistics a while back, I noticed a blog I didn’t know, The Lost Goat, that had linked to mine. (It’s now been added to my Reciprocal Blogroll.)
Curious, I took a look – and snorted my morning tea through my nostrils as I read one entry. Here’s a short excerpt:
My mother and I were out in the pasture, looking at the cows, when we had the following conversation:
Mom: We’re getting the new shorthorn bull this weekend; he needs a name.
Me: How about Squonk?
Mom: What?
Me: Squonk.
Mom (incredulously): Squawk?
Me: No, Squonk.
Mom: Spell that.
Me: S-Q-U-O-N-K.
Go read the whole thing. It’ll brighten up your morning – and yes, squonk really is a word!
Here’s hoping we see a lot more of the Lost Goat. (Since one of my favorite coffee blends – when I can find it, which isn’t often – is called ‘Dancing Goat’, perhaps there’s a synergy here!)
Peter