Moses leaned back against the date palm tree where he sat in the shade on the backside of the desert. He spat a sunflower shell from the batch he was eating and scowled as he reflected on his life.

Nearby, a bony billy goat pulled at a lump of scrawny grass as the blazing sun dropped lower on the horizon. Since Moses had no one else to talk to the goat doubled as his psychiatrist.

“People! You goats don’t know anything about orneriness. We’ve developed it to an art.” His scowl deepened as he repeated his story for the thousandth time to the uninterested goat. Continue reading →