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Buster & PJ

A Children's Story about a young Cashmere Goat named Buster,
and his Adventures

by Paul G. Johnson
Goat Knoll, Oregon USA
(Featured in the new Random House book, "Shear Spirit")

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Last Updated April 18, 2008

Linda feeding Buster

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Buster is born

The farmer and his wife tried to help the little goat find his mother, but it was too late. The mother was a young doe and didn’t know that the new little baby was hers. The farmers held the young mother so the baby could drink and then put them in a pen together to get to know each other. After several days of holding the mother so the new baby could feed, the mother still would not take care of the baby on her own, so the farmers decided to let the mother back with the herd and care for the baby themselves. They fed the little fellow milk from a pop bottle that had a rubber nipple on top.

Later in the week, after feeding him his breakfast bottle of milk, he was given a goat number—GK24— which stands for Goat Knoll Farm, 24th goat born that year. He was given a white ear tag with the number 24 on it. Each year the ear tags are a different color, so the farmers can tell which year the goat was born. Then, because he was special, he was given a name—Buster Brown. He was called “Buster Brown” because of his beautiful colors—brown, tan, blond, and black. So begins the story of Buster the Cashmere Goat, and his best friends, Worf, the little black goat, and Billy the big white guardian dog.

Baby goats, who are called kids, begin to walk within an hour of birth. In only a day or two, they are jumping and frisking all over the barn, trying out their new legs. Little Buster was no exception, and hopped around like a grasshopper, bumping into other goats and Billy.

Buster would wake early in the morning, and go to the pasture gate to await his morning milk. The farmers would take turns holding him and feeding him. They would talk to him, telling him how special he was. It was lonesome at first, with no mother. His father was a mighty buck goat who lived in the buck pasture, far (to a little goat) away. Sometimes Buster would be lonesome as the other baby goats were with their mothers, and he would begin to cry, but when he did, big Billy would come running, then lick and kiss him until he giggled.

During the day, little Buster would run and play with the other babies, frisking all over the place. They all loved to climb on things, like on old boat turned upside down, or on a pile of rocks. They would even climb on the farmers when they came out to the pasture and sat down. But most of all, Buster loved to climb on Billy when Billy was taking a nap. At night, when all the other baby goats were sleeping with their mothers, Buster would cuddle up to Billy. He would dream sweet goat dreams, although sometimes he woke up and Billy would be gone, out checking for varmints. Soon he learned Billy was never gone long.

But, Billy had a job to do, so he was gone often. Buster soon found a friend. Baby goat number GK23w, named Worf. He and Buster began to play together, climbing and jumping on everything in sight. Worf was a little smaller than Buster, so Buster became Worf’s protector, just like Big Billy was his! Goats of all ages love to bump their head with other goats, to see who is the leader. So there are always goats butting each other. But whenever another goat kid started hitting heads with little Worf, Buster would come to his rescue!