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Other Goat Festival Go-ers Stop to Wonder if This is Really All There Is.

​My parents are in town, and they are pretending to only be semi-literate. When I recommended we go to the Southern Festival of Books, my Dad rolled his eyes and said, "But there won't be any crafts! Find me a festival with crafts."

So I got on the Internet and discovered that this weekend was Lewisburg's Goats, Music, and More Festival. That's right: goats. Fainting goats. Seriously, who can resist a fainting goat festival?  Plus they claimed to have booths full of crafts. And gospel singing.

Now, I've got nothing against Lewisburg or goats, and maybe things
started to pick up later in the

A Baby Goat Sits in Front of a Giant Rabbit.

​afternoon. But I took pictures of every
goat we saw--all 10 of them. And not one of them fainted.

There was a rabbit the size of a baby goat, and a very tiny pig. Both were kind of impressive.

But folks, my Mom's bar is low--so low that she is impressed by the fact that I write for Pith. And yet even she was forlornly asking, "Are we sure this is the right day?"

So in order to try to cheer her, we left the Festival and ate at the most ridiculously painted restaurant we could find.  And then we drove up Verona Caney Road, honking at every goat we saw, trying to get any of them to startle enough to faint.

The goats remained unfazed, but we were laughing like fools.