The Puits de Mons

Exploring picturesque rural lanes in France, I occasionally came across the Cure'��s goat.
He always 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, "��No pun intended."��
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 "��barmicide"�� 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 to be the Cure'��, after all Billy
was his goat. I greeted the cleric; told him what had been said and asked if it were true.
A strange look came over his face, and in a heavily accented English; not as good as
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, it is hard to believe, and I felt fool and totally embarrassed.
So in for a penny in for a pound, I quick as a flash I threw a silver coin into the well...!

Now that I'��m home I must admit I do miss that goat and our conversations?

Riley