Transcript Name: The Goat

Portions from an Interview with the Accused. Date: xx October 20yy

Interviewer: Do you remember what happened that night?

The Accused: We met that night for the first time. I took him to the Teela, the mound, in my car. We climbed and sat on top of the mound. The air was heavy with the sweet cold of October. He said the place looked a little spooky, no trees around, the water in the nearby canal twinkling. He swore he saw something in the water.

[Pause]

The Accused: He was just trying to scare me. We kissed. I told him a story my Nani once told me when I was a kid: one dark night, Nana was returning to the village on his bicycle. Near the Teela, he heard the sound, ‘mmmmeeeehhh’. He saw a goat bleating its heart out. The goat must have strayed away from the village. He thought of returning it to its owner. He lifted the goat, put it on his back and started cycling. He felt the legs of the goat growing, and tightening on his legs. He threw the goat off from his back. He saw a thing falling into the canal. He cycled away for his life.

A. laughed. He played Danse Macabre on his phone to set the ‘mood’. He unbuttoned my shirt, unzipped my pants. And I removed his. He ate my ass, the grass prickled my back. We did a 69. He moaned. The moonlight faintly showed a few grey hairs on his cheeks, wet with my saliva…

Interviewer: You think I am stupid. Repeating this sleazy story every day and wasting our time. 

[the voices overlapped.]

The Accused: He suddenly shouted, what the fuck, what is this goat doing here. I got annoyed. I stopped my tongue-job. And then I saw, a goat, bleating, ‘mmmeeeehhhh’-ing, pooping the dark pellets. It tried to bite his face. A. screamed.

Interviewer (Angry tone): Tell me what happened to A.

The Accused: I will tell you what happened.

[screaming noises]

Interviewer: (inaudible)

The Accused: Yes, I am the goat. I am The Goat.

[more screaming]