It was a cold Sunday with 9 men and delicious goat.
All of us had a knife . My uncle Ed started the backhoe. Then we hung the goat by its legs . We sharpened or knives.Then we
started a fire.
Then it was scary shing! The knife went rite a cros the goats throat. It
scared me so much It was so scary I thot I was the goat. My dad said "Don't worry. its okay after a while it got better.
I thought about happy times to help myself stop thinking scary thought. At the end,I got to eat the dilicious goat and it was all worth it.