Once there was a goat named Gregory.
Gregory liked to jump from rock to rock, kick his legs into the air, and butt his head against walls.
“I’m an average goat,” zei Gregory.
But Gregory was not an average goat.
Gregory was a terrible eater.
Every time he sat down to eat with his mother and father, he knew he was in for trouble.
“Would u like a tin can, Gregory?” asked Mother Goat.
“No, thanks,” zei Gregory.
“How about a nice box, a piece of rug, and a bottle cap?” asked Father Goat.
“Baaaaa,” zei Gregory unhappily.
“Well, I think this is a meal fit for a goat,” zei Mother...
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