Daddy had brought home a little billy goat for a pet. He was cute and so loving. I don’t know who left the gate to his pen open at home, but they did. Like so many of my friends, I had gone to New Bethany for the service. I was busy listening to the sermon when it comes my goat neighing for me. I slipped out of my seat ever so quietly with my goat following right behind. No one, but no one, could have been more embarrassed. I could have easily dug a hole and dropped in. I think that was the only time there was ever a goat who attended services at new Bethany.