I live in suburbia, but there is a small farming community half an hour away from us where I go to school and we have these two vicious goats that cornered me in their pen and bruised me up because they rammed me so much. The other barn kids asked me "why the heck did you go in the goat pen?" and I responded "an avocado fell in the pen and I wanted to feed it to the chickens" I cleared a four foot fence that day running away from those evil goats (and I never got the avocado!) I then promptly went to my crazy hippie principal and told her we needed to eat the goats. My friends and I have been planning to butcher those goats ever since they gave my brother a concussion. I like goat meat.