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A Memory of a Minister’s Kid and Billy the Kid
My mother was not exempt from the kid (me) and her animals. My pet goat Billy and I were best buds. This story starts out with Billy and me making mud pies in my play house. Billy loved the mud pies I made for him. Seeing he enjoyed eating them so much and the pies looked like chocolate I scooped up a little bite and put it in my mouth, YUCK ! What a disappointment! I was spitting mud out for a very long time and I’m sure the crunch of the pebbles were not that good for my teeth either. I think I’ll keep that to myself,
Billy and I would roam around the back yard. We would inch our way into the woods a little more each time looking for treasures. We found an old tuna fish can which was the right size for mud pies. And then we found another treasure, a little wooden box, well,not quite a box. It was made of wooden slats. I did recognize it as once having dried cod fish in it. I have many memories of cod fish gravy on mashed potatoes. Yes, I did like cod fish gravy. I learned early in my young life, you ate the food that was put on your plate, even if you didn’t like the choice of food that day you ate it anyway.
We were getting bored roaming around outside, so Billy and I went into the house. We went in through the back door which led us into the kitchen. Being alone in the house I let Billy jump on the table and then on to the black wood…
