What the spin on goat smart?
Mandy Flynn
She said it with such conviction, such authority, without an ounce of question, that I couldn’t help but think it was true.
“That woman hasn’t got the sense God gave a goat,” the older woman said matter of factly, speaking one afternoon to her lunchtime companions. One of them laughed, the other looked confused.
“Does that mean she’s smart or she’s not?” another asked and the gentleman of the group offered his two cents.
“We used to have a goat,” he said. “Growing up, on our farm. One day that goat ate daddy’s hat, then opened up the gate and left. We never saw him again. Didn’t nobody mess with daddy’s hat, so that goat knew he’d best leave while the leavings good. Now, that’s pretty smart.”
The older woman shushed him.
“I didn’t mean it as a compliment, dear,” she clarified. “I meant she doesn’t have good sense. Not good at all.”
And that was that.
I don’t know this goat-intelligence-lacking individual they were talking about and don’t particularly care to. I know enough people who don’t have the good sense God gave a goat and others who are dumb as dirt,some as smart as hogs and smart as whips, and, quite frankly, some who don’t have enough sense to come out of the rain. Varying forms of intelligence make the world go ’round.
But I wondered
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