{"id":984,"date":"2023-11-15T01:41:00","date_gmt":"2023-11-15T01:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robertandrews.org\/LIFE\/?p=984"},"modified":"2026-04-20T20:15:48","modified_gmt":"2026-04-20T20:15:48","slug":"pc-the-three-codependent-goats-gruff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robertandrews.org\/LIFE\/pc-the-three-codependent-goats-gruff\/","title":{"rendered":"~ RT: PC: THE THREE CODEPENDENT GOATS GRUFF"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Once on a lovely mountainside lived three goats who were related as siblings. Their name was Gruff, and they were a very close family. During the winter months they lived in a lush, green valley, eating grass and doing other things in a naturally goatish manner. When summer came, they would travel up the mountainside to where the pasture was sweeter. This way, they did not overgraze their valley and kept their ecological footprint as small as possible.<\/span><\/p>\n

To get to this pasture, the goats had to cross a bridge over a wide chasm. When the first of summer came, one goat set out to cross the bridge. This goat was the least chronologically accomplished of the siblings and thus had achieved the least superiority in size. When he reached the bridge, he lashed on his safety helmet and grasped the handrail. But as he began to cross, a menacing growl came from beneath the bridge.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Over the railing and onto the bridge leaped a troll \u2013 hairy, dirt-accomplished, and odor-enhanced. “Yaaarrrgh!” intoned the troll. “I am the keeper of this bridge, and while goats may have the right to cross it, I’ll eat any that try!”<\/span><\/p>\n

“But why, Mr. Troll?” bleated the goat.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Because I’m a troll, and proud of it. I have a troll’s needs, and those needs include eating goats, so you better respect them or else.”<\/span><\/p>\n

The goat was frightened. “Certainly, sir,” he stammered. “If eating me would help you become a more complete troll, nothing would please me more. But I really can’t commit to that course of action without first consulting my siblings. Will you excuse me?” And the goat ran back to the valley.<\/span><\/p>\n

Next, the middle sibling goat came up to the bridge. This goat was more chronologically advanced than the first goat and so enjoyed an advantage in size (although this did not make him a better or more deserving goat). He was about to cross the bridge when the troll stopped him.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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“Nature has made me a troll,” he said, “and I embrace my trollhood. Would you deny me my right to live the life of a troll as fully and effectively as I can?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Me? Never!” exclaimed the goat proudly.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Then stand still there while I come over and eat you up. And don’t try to run away; I would take that as a personal affront.” He began to invade the goat’s caprinal space.<\/span><\/p>\n

“However,” blurted the goat, “I have a very close family, and it would be selfish of me to allow myself to be eaten without asking their opinion. I have respect for their feelings, too. I would hate to think that my absence would cause them any emotional stress, if I hadn’t first…”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Go then!” screamed the troll.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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“I’ll rush back here as soon as we reach a consensus,” the goat said, “for it’s not fair to keep you in suspense.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“You’re too kind,” sighed the troll, and the goat ran back to the valley. As his hunger grew, the troll began to feel a real grievance towards the goats. If he didn’t get to eat at least one of them, he was determined to go to the authorities.<\/span><\/p>\n

When the third goat came to the bridge, the troll discovered that he was nearly twice the troll\u2019s size, with large, sharp horns and hard, heavy hooves. The troll felt his physical-intimidation prerogative fading fast. As fear turned his insides into jelly, the troll sank to his knees and pleaded, \u201cOh please, please forgive me! I was using you and your goat siblings for my own selfish ends. I don\u2019t know what drove me to it, but I\u2019ve seen the error of my ways.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The goat, too, got down on what passed for knees in goats and said,\u201d Now, now, you can\u2019t take all the blame for yourself. Our presence and supreme edibility put you in this situation. My siblings and I all feel terrible. Please, you must forgive us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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The troll began to sob. \u201cNo, no, it\u2019s all my fault. I threatened and bullied you all, just for the sake of my own survival. How selfish I was!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

But the goat would have none of this. \u201cWe were the selfish ones. We only wanted to save our own skins, and we totally neglected your needs. Please, eat me now!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d the troll said, \u201cyou must butt me off this bridge for my insensitivity and selfishness.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll do no such thing,\u201d said the goat,\u201d since we all tempted you in the first place. Here, have a chomp. Go ahead.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m telling you,\u201d the troll insisted, standing up, \u201cI\u2019m the guilty one here. Now, knock me off this bridge and be quick about it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cLook,\u201d said the goat, rearing to his full height, \u201cno one\u2019s going to take away my blame for this, not even you, so eat me before I pop you in the nose.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t play guiltier-than-thou with me, Hornhead!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2019Hornhead\u2019? You smelly hairball! I\u2019ll show you guilt!\u201d And with that, they wrestled and bit and punched and kicked as each sought to don the mantle of blame.<\/span><\/p>\n

The other goats bounded up to the bridge and sized the fight. Feeling guilty for not accepting enough of the blame, they joined the others in a whirling ball of hair, hooves, horns, and teeth. But the little bridge was not built to carry such weight. It shook and swayed and finally buckled, hurling the troll and the three co-dependent goats Gruff into the chasm. On their way down, they each felt relieved that they would finally get what they deserved, plus, as a bonus, a little extra guilt for the fate of the others.<\/span><\/p>\n

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