By the time that I came around my grandfather was in his late 60's. His reputation definitely preceded him when it came to his temper when he was younger. He was always quiet and so much fun when I was around that I couldn't picture it. There were stories about him getting so aggravated that he would go out into the barn lot and yell at the pigs. My all time favorite story about his temper is the one about his goat.
The story goes that when my grandpa was very young he used to have a small goat and cart that would pull him around. This goat must have gotten quite the workout. Well, one day when they were traveling along they came upon a mud puddle. The goat did not want to go through this puddle no matter what my grandpa did or said. Being the calm, cool, collected child that he was he hopped down from the cart and bit that poor goat's ear almost plumb off! I am sure that the goat moved after that, but the only thing that I heard about this little incident from the biting point forward was that grandpa had to go home and his mother actually sewed the goat's ear back on.
Anytime someone in my family says something about having a temper I always think of this story and am happy that I never quite got to the level of anger that I have bitten a goat's ear almost off!
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