The Puits de Mons

Walking down a rural lane in France I happened across the Cure'��s goat .
He looked at home, taking his ease in the shade of an old well
Now I'��m good at acting the goat as well as being an old one so naturally
we got on well.
His English was pretty good and we soon fell to talking. He said his name
was Billy, and I thought what a coincidence.

Then he started to tell me about the Puits de Mons. A magic well by his
account and that "��barmecide"�� goat Billy said, that if I placed a silver coin
into its mystical waters I would be granted a wish.
I thought he was "��kidding, butt,"�� you never know with goats and who am
I to argue with a Frenchman in his own land.

It was then I spied a corpulent cleric approaching, I guessed it must be the
Cure'��, after all Billy was his goat. I greeted the cleric, and told him what the
goat had said and asked if it were true.
A strange look came over his face and in heavily accented English, not as
good as the Billy'��s, he asked how on earth I could have had a conversation
with a goat.

Well I must admit when you think about it, who would believe it? I did feel
like a fool and embarrassed, so quick as a flash I threw a coin into the well.

Now that I'��m home I must admit I do miss that goat and his conversation