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Jane
Resources were pulled and minds were put together, and thus a small coalition of the bravest pygmy goats on Bill's Happy Hills Farm was formed, right under Bill's nose.
Stumps was recruited into this brave and bearded comradery as soon as his horns budded, and he quickly proved himself to be quite the adversary when it came to keeping the canid scourge out of their pasture.
The tactics used by the union utilized intimidation, brute force, and even the haphazard use of a tractor on several occasions.
It happened during experimentation with a good old John Deere.
Stumps began his love affair with gasoline, which eventually blossomed into a love for all things remotely explosive. Stumps became obsessed with refining this new form of weaponry and inadvertently donated two of his legs to the study.
The wolves would eventually donate their entire pack to it.
After Stumps' glory days, which encompassed a single summer, the pasture resigned itself into its old ways. The coalition was immortalized, but goats are often forgetful and their story passed into a patchy fable.
Our peg legged war veteran is still alive today, and can often be found in the meadow "training" the kids whose horns have started to bud with his trademark hobble. Their attention is hard to keep and their mothers have predisposed each of them into accepting Stumps is likely senile, but his tales of victory never fail to impress the youth.
Missing two of his legs probably helps, too.
