In the Pen, Almost Literally...

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The goat had priors. Did a stretch on a minimum security farm near Huntsville last year. Probably a meth addict. Seriously, who can eat that much and stay so skinny and manic. Course, he’s big into grass.

Dog’s a vagrant, jumps into police cars all the time. Just looking for free medical care and three squares a day. Hooked up with the goat because he had a beard, looked tough, and called himself “the Kidd”.

I know we’re focusing on the animals here, but let’s not forget the “victim” shall we. Who drives a Benz in northern Alabama? Think about it. That girl was up to no good and the goat knew it.

The goat was going to grab the stash that was no doubt hidden in a secret compartment somewhere in the car, use the unsuspecting dog as a mule to carry it to a pig the goat met on the inside. Between the three of them, they would then have the seed product to start distributing.

The goat would then have enough money to diversify his operations. He knows a rooster over in Athens who runs a few hens. Now, that’s where the real scratch is at…