I'm awakened by my trailer being repeatedly bumped. Natasha and I are sleeping in this little camper, up at the top of the subdivision on dad's farm. The morning is misty, looking out over the valley.

The bumping is caused by an animal, like a brown goat but nearly the size of a cow, butting his head on the trailer. I get up to look out, and see several of these goats, but only one is bumping us. I open the door to yell at him to stop, and chase him away, but he tries instead to get into our camper, and I have to wrestle him away and slam the door. He starts butting the door again, and I figure we just have to live with it until he gives up.

Oddly I don't remember how we got here, and Natasha says I drank too much. I say no, I had exactly six beers over the evening and I remember where and when for each one.