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The missing goat
Two buddies were hiking through the woods when they stumbled upon a massive hole in the ground—wide, dark, and looking like it went on forever.
“Whoa,” one of them said, peering in. “That looks really deep.”
The other nodded. “Yeah, let’s see how deep it is. Grab some pebbles.”
They each picked up a few and tossed them in.
They waited.
Silence.
“Hmm… no splash, no thud… nothing.”
“Let’s try something heavier!”
They scouted around and found a couple of decent-sized rocks, about the size of footballs. They chucked those in.
Still… no sound.
Now completely intrigued, one of them spotted something in the brush.
“Dude, check this out—there’s an old railroad tie over here!”
They dragged the heavy beam over to the hole, counted to three, and heaved it in.
They leaned in close, waiting for a bang, a crash—anything.
But again—nothing.
Before they could even comment, a goat came flying out of the woods like it had rockets strapped to its hooves. It sprinted past them and, without slowing down, launched itself right into the hole.
Both guys stood there stunned.
A few moments later, a farmer strolled out from the trees and asked,
“Hey boys, you seen a goat come through here?”
One of them replied, wide-eyed,
“Uh, yeah… it tore through here like lightning and jumped straight into that hole!”
The farmer furrowed his brow and said,
“Hmm… couldn’t have been mine.
Mine was chained to a railroad tie.”
