I drew a lot of goats today.
None of them turned out, they all looked frightening.
I was about to give up, but at the last minute drew this little guy in the corner of my creepy goat-filled sketchbook page.
Good enough, I thought to myself.
What's my favorite goat memory? So glad you asked. On an extended overseas trip I took in college, my group and I found ourselves camping in a village in Mozambique. Goats wandered around everywhere, and in the morning when I awoke and looked out the tent door, there was a goat. Right outside, staring at me with his very wide forehead and creeper eyeballs.
The end!
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