Attack of the Billy Goat

My Dad is an electrician and back in the day he would help friends out when they needed work done he's a real helpful person. Often times he would take either my sister or myself with him to give Mom a break from us. On this occasion he went to help a friend who lived in a little shack like house off London Bridge road back before all the construction and new roadways were completed. The house was partially hidden by trees and her yard was a junky little farm area. It had a barb-wired fence and alot of construction debris laying around however I don't believe the house was actually under construction I just believe the people may have been some type of hoarders who knows. This particular day was not a very sunny day just kinda drab and had been raining on and off all morning long. Dad told me to sit in the car til he was done doing the electrical work. Before I had left the house I was excited because I got to wear my brand new Smurfs raincoat. I thought this coat was awesome it was light blue and kinda of metallic shiny. So I'm sitting in the car nosing through the glovebox hello did you think I wouldn't be snooping when given the chance. So Im getting kinda bored and I notice that this lady had a white billy goat just roaming free in the front yard near where our car was parked. I got the idea that I could lure it over to the car if I got out real quick to get a can. I figured I had seen on the cartoon Heathcliff that goats ate tin cans. So like a child panicked by Cujo (yes Nanny let me watch that movie at 6 years old) I darted from the drivers side of the car to the trash heap near the fence and ran back as quick as I could with an old rusty Tab can. So I climbed over to the passenger seat and rolled down the window and I dangled the can out of the window trying to get this goats attention. The goat stopped eating the weeds in the flowerbed and actually started walking towards me. I was geeked it was working for real but then it just stopped not close enough for me to pet it if I dared to let it near my hand. So I looked over to the house to see if Dad was watching or if anyone else could see me and they didn't not quite child neglect not quite attentive parenting. Then I made a break from the car and wearing my awesome Smurfs raincoat I ran up to the goat as fast as I could hoping to atleast pet it and then run right back to the car not letting anyone see me. However nothing ever goes as planned for me right as I got about 4 feet from the front of the car the billy goat stopped what he was doing looked at me and then put his head down and started charging at me like a mad bull. Before I even had chance to run with my back turned getting ready to make a break back to the car the billy goat slammed into the back of me using its little pointy horns and I was thrown and I hit the grill of the car thankfully not injured I started scrambling for the drivers side door and I jumped in. Looking around quickly thanking God no one saw that. I tried to brush the mud off of me so Dad wouldn't ask any questions or get mad at me for getting out of the car. When Dad returned of course he noticed I was covered in mud but he didn't get mad thank God he's an easy going guy. He said I believe you learned your own lesson about not following the rules and if you notice Melissa the goat ripped your Smurfs raincoat. Dad had seen it all. Lesson learned goats do like tin cans and apparently don't like Smurfs plus unless you wanna learn to master a rodeo for goodness sakes don't turn your back on a billy goat.