Based on a true story. And. I’m guessing one not that uncommon. As most families probably have a photo of a child being snacked on at a petting zoo. My baby sister’s dress fell victim to a goat. I kid you not.

(b) My great-grandmother would tell me bedtime stories in a thick Glaswegian accent. I also heard plenty of German, Italian and Slovak – spoken. But. I only got to experience the last one – sung. And? I admit. It’s a weakness. So. THIS … is how the story feels from MY perspective. Courtesy of Kristína Peláková. Oh. I should confess. I was tempted with “Jabĺčko”. But. How could I pass up a goat?