Boots was so sweet. He seemed to think my finger was a teat.
He sucked it and sucked it but nothing.
So boots, getting desperate, tried biting.
Funnily enough, despite the goat bite, my day was better than many.
It was the Great Duck Race, a big fundraiser for the Queensland Cancer Fund. There's supposed to be a whole day of festival around the ducks.
It was a big, soggy mess. There were people ... but not many of them.
All that organisation and so few gold coins for entry ...
And worse, a bloke on the gate told me it rained last year too. It's barely rained since. How unlucky can you get?
At least most of the ducks in the duck race were pre-sold so it wasn't all for nothing.
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