I’m going downstairs.” I quickly walked to my room, and rummaged through a pungent mountain of dirty clothes. Somewhere near the bottom I found my misplaced phone. I picked it up, held down the home button, and loudly commanded, “Siri, call Daddy.” As usual he picked up his phone almost immediately. I explained the situation and told him that we needed him at home. Diablo was not easily controlled and feared only my father. After I had finished my call, I again ran down the stairs. At this point Diablo had made his way to the front of the house, and my mother was, ineffectively, trying to lure the goat back into the pasture using food. Victoria did not want to get involved in the drama, and I reassured her that we would take care of Diablo and that she could continue studying. I walked to our dining room and out of another set of glass doors onto a small raised patio. On this patio I could observe the event, and insure my own safety. Diablo continued to rummage through the towering sunflowers, and thorny purple shrubs that covered a good area of land around the patio and front of the house. Amusing as it was, I started to feel sorry for my sweat drenched mother who was still in the front yard of the house, looking like she had failed at trying to defeat a dragon. At this point Diablo was bored of destroying our lawn and decided to take a stroll, and observe the havoc he had created. Then, to our horror, a silver Toyota Camry, belonging to Mrs.Kelly, …show more content…
A short time after Mrs.Kelly’s escape my father came down the driveway. He stopped before he got to the front of the house. He hopped out of the car, and was filled with determination. As my father signaled my mother to go inside he walked up to Diablo and grabbed him by the horns. Beads of sweat fell from my father's face and onto his expensive work clothes. For almost half an hour he struggled with Diablo. Finally it was obvious who had won as my father gave one final tug, flinging Diablo through the gates of our pasture and into our sturdy fence that was sure to hold up. After Diablo was taken care of every one had a good laugh, and a good shower. We drove Victoria to her house and apologized to her mother. Overall I see this as a hilarious event that has shaped my family and brought us together through blood, sweat, and