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NOTICE: THIS IMAGE IS NOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER WEBSITE. Here he is-the old goat! Complete with whiskers. The horns scared me so bad, I almost got back on the train to go back to London. The whole time I was there it was nothing but "Bleat, bleat, bleat"! Even worse, it was tin cans for breakfast, tin cans for lunch and tin cans for supper. It sure was good to get back to the States to some decent food. I didn't appreciate the straw bed on the side of a hill under a leaking stable roof either. Mercy, I'm still recuperating from the experience! (You had this coming, honey)