Friday Fictioneers: A Goat in the Graveyard

I’m not sure what to say about my Friday Fictioneers story this week, exactly. It’s a weird one, though. That much I can be sure of. I can also say that I was slightly amused by the fact it was a picture of a goat. I hope you enjoy it. 🙂

FF 9

A Goat in the Graveyard

“Why is that goat in the graveyard, Mama?”

“It is Mr. Carson’s goat, dear. He is always there.”

“But why, Mama?”

“Nobody knows.”

”Who is Mr. Carson, Mama?”

“He was the local grocer.”

“Does he butcher the meat himself?”

“No. He never got along with the butcher, so he stopped selling and eating his meat”

“Then why does he have a goat?”

“He stole it when it was a baby, and it always came back to him afterwards.”

“Why did he steal it?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“And why did it come back to him?

“He was thankful.”


8 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: A Goat in the Graveyard

  1. Kwadwo says:

    I hate it when grown-ups make an allusion and then tell kids they’ll them when they are older.

  2. The message in the final statement is intriguing. well done.

  3. Quite mysterious.


  4. Dear Moonbeams,

    Okay, I’m older. Tell me why there’s a goat in the graveyard. 😉 Cute



  5. A grateful goat – and well it should be, if he was rescued by the grocer from the butcher as I suspect. But I fear that Mr. Carson might have died from some butcher’s foul play, and the goat’s expression of gratitude has to do with its coming to Mr. Carson’s grave each day. I like the story. Randy

  6. Joe Owens says:

    The goat was intended to be the meat! Save the goats!

  7. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Moonbeams,

    I liked how you structured your story. It added to the give and take of the conversation.



  8. A saved goat is a faithful goat.

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