"Gino and Me
When I was younger I used to visit a couple of friends that decided to live a natural life. They had a little farm in Ibiuna and entertained themselves planting organic vegetables and rearing animals. During the weekend I made many rural tasks: feeding the chicken and pigs, planting without knowing what kind of vegetable was planted, milking goats, etc. After I had lived as a happy farmer during two days, I returned to my lovely urban life.
One day, the goats were eating out of the corral and my friends asked me to take care of them, especially the male one. Its name was Gino and it was very majestic with its big horns and long brown pelage. My responsibility was not to let them go to the neighbor’s ground. To look stronger and make the goats afraid, I took a stick. I stayed there completely proud of my superiority controlling my herd. In my veins ran the blood of several Portuguese shepherd ancestors.
However, Gino was a creature with personality. In spite of my autority, it passed the neighbor’s border and started eating some plants. Suddenly, I appeared in front of it and beat my stick on the ground with determination. It put its forward paws going against me with its horns. This reaction took me by surprise. After I could think anything, I shouted “help” as loudly as possible. Luckily it thought I was playing. It wasn’t really angry. When it had noticed I was paralyzed, it stopped and stared waiting for the next movement.
Then, my friends arrived and saw a curious situation: a goat and a human being assessing each other.
After that, our relationship has never been the same. We’ve just stayed closer with a grid protecting us."