Hi Bill
When I was younger living in Cyprus we were fresh from uk, me and my little sister had a pet goat we named him fed him and loved him till one day some hungry tramp took a knife to poor Albert. We ran home in tears and told my dad my dad then went to the tramps house and kicked the shit out of him infront of his family, that cheered us up. If he can kill a goat infront of two little kids then he deserved to get beaten up infront of his kids..