![]() ![]() Somehow this ritual alleviated their guilt and helped them to change.Įvery year, at the same time, on this day, the old man and the goat came round and the people gave their sins. They just knew that, once the day was over, they felt as if they had been forgiven. Nobody gave too much thought to the castle or where the sins went. Nobody ever talked about the old man or the goat or what they told them. Off they went, the old man and the goat, up a winding road, leading up a mountain, to the castle that overlooked the village. I need to find better ways to talk about people.” The goat’s eyes glistened and the man returned to farming. I know I need to find better ways to talk to people. I ask other people’s business and I repeat it. He put his hands on the goat’s head and whispered in her ears: “I gossip. A farmer walked out through the barley fields and stepped over the style to his pastures. As the houses grew further apart, the villagers came out in drips and drabs. They winded up and out through the town, into the farmland and countryside. Then he’d move on and return to his call: “Sins! Sins! Bring your sins! Come see the goat and tell her your sins!” As each person leaned down to place their hands on the goat’s head and confess their sins, the old man would hold the goat’s rope leash and stare off, wistfully, until they were finished. The old man and the goat walked all through the streets of the village, as people patiently clamoured out from shops and houses to whisper their sins. I don’t want to lie anymore.” The goat nodded sagely, and the little girl popped back through the windows and into her home. I keep boiling over when I don’t mean to.” The goat nodded sagely, and the man hobbled back into his home.Ī young girl leaned out of her wooden shuttered windows, rested her hands on the goat’s head, and whispered in her ear: “I make a mess and blame my sister. A man with a cane came out, rested his hands on the goat’s head, and whispered in her ear: “I get angry too often. One by one, people came out of their houses, bringing their sins with them. She just casually pattered along behind the old man.Īnd as they walked along the winding, cobbled pavements, the old man would call out: “Sins! Sins! Bring your sins! Sin collection! Bring your sins!”Īnd they did. She didn’t eat the villagers’ laundry off their lines or stop and refuse to move, the way goats would normally do. ![]() Although scruffy and somewhat unkempt, the goat was well-behaved. In the autumn, when the leaves were turning crispy and the days were getting shorter, he’d walk through the shtetl streets, dressed in rags and a flat cap.Ĭlopping along behind him came a goat on a rope leash. ![]() If you are a creator who is interested in setting up an AMA please see the AMA instructions in the FAQ.Back in the village, when myths were true, an old man used to come round with a goat. Check your pictures for piracy links before posting them. Links to pirated material or piracy sites will result in an immediate ban. For reading suggestions, please check the FAQ. Please read our image policy before submitting one. Please wait for further announcements about voting for new flair images. Requests for new flair image creation is closed. ![]() To set your flair please use the flair picker. FAQ - Recommendations - Weekly Pull List - Questions and Suggestions - Swag Bag Friday ![]()
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