So I was sitting under a bridge once, just taking a nice nap and minding my own business, when I was bothered by three goats who thought it was a good idea to walk across the bridge in stepping shoes. Ugh, noisy neighbors am I right? The smallest one gave me a long piece of wood, the middle one gave me five lines of notes, and the largest just butted me out of there. It’s true, I swear! How rude!