Over the weekend, I was out meandering through some local woods with another redneck. We came upon a very deep (sink) hole. Of course, bein inquizative, we wondered how deep it'were and looked around for somethin' ta throw down the hole! Afore long, we come upon a big ole transmission alayen on the ground, pert near missed it acause it were so covered with weeds and briars! It took both of us to pick it up and carry it back to the hole! But, on the count of three (Slim coudn't count no higher, anyway), we throwed it in. We must'a listened for a couple of minutes and never did heer nothin' hitin bottom!!! But we
did heer some rustlin' in the woods. We turned around jist in time to see a goat comin' at us at 'bout a hunert miles an hour!!!
Naturlly, we jumped out of the way and that goat ran straight taward that hole and, without even a short hesytachun, jumped right into the hole, head first! We finely heered a 'splat' and figered it was a might to deep to climb down that hole! So we decided to get back to the house.
'Bout that time a farmer come along and asked if we'd seen anything of a goat 'round these parts. Well, sure nuff, we told him bout that hunert mile an hour goat that had jumped into that hole! But he said that weren't hisen, cause his was tide up to a big old transmission...