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Wild Willy the Mischievous Goat

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Wild Willy the Mischievous Goat

 By, Becky Davis

The pigs were done grunting, the ducks were done quacking, the sheep were done bleating, and the horse his eating. Evening had set on Hancock farm. Wild Willy the mischievous goat went out for a twilight stroll. He looked here and there and found that the humans had left the door slightly ajar. "Well, they are asleep... They wouldn't even know I went inside." he remarked to himself. Willy stepped inside and saw the ugliest thing that he had ever seen! It looked like it's face was squished in. "Ew! What on earth are you?"  The cat was indignant! He hissed in reply, "I am a Persian cat! Did you know my ancestors lived with royalty?" "Didn’t know, and still don't care!" snickered the goat. "Get out of this house and once!" roared the cat. Willy ignored him and went into the living room. Crash! Willy knocked down a small bookshelf which crashed down and shattered the glass coffee table. "Whoopsie daisies!" chuckled Willy nonchalantly. "This ruckus is making me hungry! Let's see what Pop's got in the fridge!" He scurried down the hallway to the kitchen and opened the fridge. "Get out of there!" growled the cat. "You're lucky I'm not a meat eater!" said the goat. The cat looked astounded and scampered off. He went through and found onions, carrot, radishes, lettuce, cauliflower, and broccoli. "All my favorites!" bleated the hungry goat. "And I'm not such a bad cook! In fact, I got a B.A.D in everything." He said proudly. He carried the ingredients and put them on the table. He spun the stove on high and placed a large pot with his carrot in it. Then he got some tin foil and wrapped the broccoli in it and shoved it in the microwave. "I'll be right back."  He said. He left to get some water from his pen.  (Since he couldn't figure out the sink) He came back inside and found the kitchen on fire! "MY MEAL!"  he yelled in distress. "I will have to go back to the garden to get some more grub." He walked out to the garden and closed the door behind him. BEEP! BEEP!  BEEP! The fire alarm was set off by the goat's catastrophe. The people jumped out of bed to see what the matter was. "Lucius!" screamed the lady, "What have you done you bad cat?" The fire got bigger and bigger and burnt down the entire house! "I knew that cat was trouble!" said Willy. Later the people moved to a new farm. And they took Wild Willy with them...


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