My most wholesome childhood story is that one time I was at a temporary petting zoo that was a chicken-wire fence full of animals

And there was this goat that was just chilling, seemingly unaware it was pinning a helpless goose in the corner of the fence with its big hircine ass

I have no idea how this could have happened, or why

The goat was very content with where it was and the goose very much was not—it was being pancaked between a wire fence and a goat anus

but the goose itself was not actually making much noise

the other fowl were pretty much doing everything in their power to resist being pet by renegade kids so I went around to the outside of the fence so my tiny child-hands could poke the smushed goose through the wire fence

And in doing so, I discovered the most exquisite delight

Every time I poked the goose through the fence, I elicited a distressed quack

Poke the goose, get a quack

It was, in fact, the greatest thing that had ever happened to me

I had to leave the petting zoo eventually but at no point did I ever see the goat liberate the goose from its butt

I have never forgotten that moment, or that goose