Maybe that was the first mistake.
Or maybe the first mistake is to be blamed on Mike when he gave permission for Hank, yes HANK to attend the party. Luke was one proud goat owner walking around that cul-de-sac with Hank on a leash. Children flocked to Luke and Hank as they settled in the shade gnawing on carrots. (Hank, not Luke. Luke favored the cookies and chips.)
Or maybe the real mistake lies with me when someone (obviously assuming we were 'animal people'!!!!!!) asked, "Do you want a rabbit to go with your goat?" and I replied, "Oh Megan has been asking for a rabbit for two years now but...." I DIDN'T GET A CHANCE TO FINISH MY SENTENCE that we are a NO-PET family, because the next thing I know Megan was being asked if she wanted a rabbit, and Megan was jumping up and down grinning from ear to ear. The rest is kind of a blur.
I do know that Megan asked Paul (our neighbor who has a heart bigger than anyone I know) if she could house a rabbit in his deceased rabbit's cage. Next thing I know Megan and Luke are talking a million miles an hour. I couldn't tell which one was more excited Megan or Luke. All I caught tid-bits of, were planned walks around the block with a goat and a rabbit, and the planned trips to the feed store they'd make together.
By this time Mike wandered over and looking at me and at Megan said, "It's your deal."
The rest is history.
The newest addition to our family. (Wait, didn't I introduce Hank as the newest member barely a week ago!?!)