The chimney's goat

Jule Jolboc

I'm not lying! We were quietly seated at the family table, eating some fresh honey-crusted oryctus when I heard a strange sound coming from the chimney. I got up, went to the hearth, and a greenish goat had fell through the conduit. Unfortunately, I was so surprised I couldn't react fast enough to prevent the poor animal from running everywhere in my house and exit by the back door, bringing with it the large bag of gifts I had bought for my children. I now have to buy them again unless, of course, you would be kind enough to find them for me.