Certain depravities are almost comprehensible. If you can manage the paradox of being empathetic and objective at once, you might almost understand this poor boy's inclinations: rejected by humankind, he focuses his ... uhm .... "affections" ... elsewhere in the animal kingdom.

But what's that goat thinking?

Six days a week, it's imitation hay pellets from the visitors and timid caresses from toddlers. Then on Tuesday, when the zoo is closed, in comes the keeper's mongoloid offspring and carries you off behind the barn.

Do you really want to think of what comes next?

Naa-aaa-aaa-aaa.