Maybe if I had one,

I wouldn't think goats are cute.

But I do.

Think they're cute, that is.

How anyone not like this face?

He looked at me without fear or reticence. He held my glance. He didn't blink or turn away. He didn't bleat or butt the fence or stamp and snort.

He just looked, politely, and with interest, and with the hint of a smile.

I did the same.

And then I moved on.