Escape Goat

So we've mostly eaten chicken since I've been in PNG. Baked chicken,
fried chicken, chicken stir-fry, chicken guts, chicken pot pie... you
get the idea. So we thought it was time for a change and that change
happened to be a goat.

We got the goat from our gardener: Joseph. The day we slaughtered it
was the Monday after Easter. We told Joseph to bring it by about noon
so we'd have plenty of time to get all our work done. We wanted to try
to tan the hide, and boil the skull. Both turned out to be very time
consuming tasks. Joseph went to go get the goat, but it had escaped
from his house and ran away, so they locked it in a neighbors house and
that neighbor wasn't home at the time.

When Joseph finally got the goat to us, it was about two in the
afternoon... PNG time... Then, he came inside to tell us it was here,
and we could start slaughtering it. I went out to see it, and saw a
brown streek going down the road.

"Joseph, where'd you tie up the goat?"
"Em stop. Em long Hous Win." ("He's here. He's at the shed.")
"You mean at the end of this rope?"
"Eh? Em where?"
"I think he ran down the road."

I pointed, and Joseph took off down the road, Anton close behind, and I
ran back to get my camera because I knew this was going to be good.
Turns out the goat wasn't too smart. He made it about 200m down the
road, tried to get across a fence and got stuck. Quickly it was back in
the yard, and we didn't take eyes off the escape artist until we
finished putting it in the freezer at about 7 pm.

Now we're having goat stew, goat spaghetti, and goat stir fry. Yummy.