Absalom Angora was one good looking kid. Often at the concrete trough before his sipping disturbed the water, Absalom would catch a reflection of himself. His yellow eyes with the black rectangular pupils were fascinated by what he saw. His whole body was cloaked with a fine, fair fabric, as soft as a cloud, as shiny as satin. Absalom was convinced there was no goat kid in the entire herd who had a curlier, whiter, prettier mohair coat than he did. One day as he admired his shimmering r ...