A few nights after that I had a dream. In this dream I was picking up the baby goats by their necks and swinging them in a tight, fast circle, then I would release them. In a nice long arch, off they would go, sailing in the air, then they would land some distance from me. (Somehow, they did not get hurt when they landed.)
The next morning, after I woke up, I felt very guilty that I was slinging my baby goats, so I was extra nice to them. I gave them extra pets while I was checking out their sweet little necks, wondering if you can really sling a goat.