And so chaps and chapesses, 'tis time for a story and sure 'tis the truth because I saw it meself. One day I was heading up Cock (all comments deleted): Cock is out of Hilltown neither of which has any real redeeming features other than the rhodedendron (phon) field at the hostel which is magical. Anyway it was one of these strange odd evenings when the crystal air is threatened by shadow clouds in the glens: see-forever minutes drifted into greyness and back out again. Ascending the shin of this damp lump I suddenly saw at the top of a gully a pale sleek quadruped - oh sleepy old day - with a brush tail - ho hum - and a dark mane - the binos were out and I was in the bog (invisible). A lion? No. Yes. A lion. Another look. Hell's bells a lion. Escape - pointless. Sure it's been a good life. And there it was, as clear as day, a lion. A lion eating grass. Eating grass. It's probably so hungry it's taken to eating grass. When it sees me, that's it! Then from its flank emerged a golden beast at height some 6 hands with blonde ringlets to its ankles: the most magnificent wild he-goat ever constructed. Ahh - when the lion lies down with the lamb - the game's up now. He watched me then gave his missus a nudge - his missus with the tail and mane - his missus who was moulting brown fur to her tail and to her neck. Ach a goat; sure a goat. Dangerous enough now. Hens, Cocks, Lions and Goats - Oh and an edjit of course. Linkback: https://mountainviews.ie/summit/447/comment/1044/