Once upon a time a young 4-Her started showing goats. Having to get rid of her first wether was heartbreaking. She never wanted to go through that again. Then she found out a man she knew allowed people to borrow young does to show. Thankfully she was one of the ones he loaned out a doe to. "I haven't had a chance to tame her yet. I call her Wild Thing" he said. Indeed the goat was a handful it took quite a while to catch her and even then she was a handful. The man just shook his head and said "If you can't break her I'll let you borrow Libby." Libby was a beautiful doe and already broke but the little girl was determined to tame Wild Thing. Of course, she needed to redub the goat if she wanted to have any chance of gentling her. Meg. Despite her best efforts Meg never became a pet. She preferred goats to humans but learned to accept two leggers at least. She did well in the show ring and Meg and the girl came home with ribbons in weight classes and showmanship. Eventually Meg had to be returned to the man and the girl went on to show other goats but never forgot Meg. When the girl became older and started to build a herd of her own, she began to talk to the man who let her borrow Meg. He told her someone down the road bought her. The girl was able to see her Meg again-and what a lovely doe she had grown into. She had two kids at her side-a doe and a wether. The girl ended up buying the wether and was later given the doe. She went on about her life, though was secretly counting down to Meg's next kidding. Today the girl found out horrible news. Meg was dead, and her unborn kids as well. Goodbye Meg, my wild thing. You may not have cared much for me but I loved you dearly. I know John and Adrick miss you too. I'm taking good care of your daughter and I hope one day to give John and Adrick one of your granddaughters. I know they will love her as much as I would.