January 31, 2014 – A knock on our hen house door this morning revealed two goats in business suits selling backyard trampolines. I informed the pleasant duo, that as chickens, we don’t often have a need for repeatedly bouncing ourselves high into the air the way a goat would. But they persisted.
“Our products come with qualified on-site installation,” the smaller of the two declared. “Pay now and you’ll be reaching for the stars on your new trampoline come August!”
“If I find all the pieces I need to build my jet pack, I’ll be circling the moon by May!” I countered with a laugh.
“Why August?” Wilma asked, clearly suspicious of the strangers.
“Because August is when our company in Florida has promised delivery,” the taller one explained.
“And what is the name of the company you work for?” Wilma pressed.
“Why, it’s called Mad Cat Manufacturing. The owner used to live in these parts.”
That’s all Wilma needed to hear. She squawked and pecked at the two sales goats until they were running for the Interstate. One of them dropped his hat – a dashing brown derby.
“Well, there went his dinner,” Wilma laughed and plopped the hat atop her own head. “Imagine… chickens on trampolines.”
That’s exactly what I did for the rest of the day and now all I want to do is try one out. Why did those goats entice me with their vision? Why???