In a vintage farmhouse on Cookville Road, three goats lay curled in a hollowed-out recliner. A troupe of them idled in the sunroom overlooking a mountain vista, and a small one stood aloft on a battered microwave oven, surveying the premises he and his brethren command. (Full Article: 1246 Words)
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