Taken by Tim Grace. Not like he stole them or anything, just that he used the camera to take these specific moments away from the goats. Needless to say, the goats have not yet asked for them back.

This is a photo of a goat.

This isn’t a goat… though it looks like a goat. Either way… it’s a pretty cute whatever it is

By Tim Grace

Musical Travesty

My music teacher was intimidating. She was straight out of the 70’s, but had the clothing of the 80’s, and the attitude of the 90’s. So, she ended up being an intergenerational music teacher that could relate to anyone. Or so it would seem. In grade 9, I remember her calling people goats, and I figured it was an insult. I hoped I would never hear this derogatory term that would liken me to a four legged creature that was is best known for it’s hair, milk, cheese, and ability to stand on really pointy mountains without falling off. The years went by and I continued to hear people being called goats. There was one girl in my grade who kept singing “Goats go to heaven, and sheep go to hell” repeatedly, despite the fact that we told her they were the wrong lyrics, she continued to share her vocal “talents” with us.

One day, it happened. I was called a goat. My world was turned upside down and I felt somewhat like a shaggy milk-producing farm animal. By the end of OAC (grade 13) I realized something. The term Goat was being used as a term of endearment. This changed everything. We knew she appreciated us by her use of the term because she always said it with a smile.

In our final year, we got her a plaque that said “To our number one goat”. Goats aren’t necessarily evil. And only once you realize that you are a goat in someone’s eyes, can you live your life to fulfillment.

Chalk Tells the Truth

The term Barbeque originated from the way that the French used to skewer goats over the fire. They put the skewer from the beard (barb) to the tail (que), thus resulting in the present day English term, barbeque.

This was learned from a supply teacher in French class who drew a surprisingly realistic goat on the board to demonstrate. I went to erase it later in the class for something else and my classmates yelled at me for removing the work of art from the board. I guess where there are goats, there is no forgiveness.*

* This statement is not theologically correct.

By Katelyn Unger

First and foremost, I must pay Wikipedia full credit for the information in this article. I felt that in order to understand the meanings behind this week’s newspaper, there must be one place in it that gives a good description of a goat. So, here is the Wikipedia definition of ‘goat’ (abbreviated of course):
The Name
The goat is a member of the Bovidae family and is closely related to the sheep, both being in the goat antelope subfamily Caprinae. Domestic goats are one of the oldest domesticated species. For thousands of years, goats have been used for their milk, meat, hair, and skins over much of the world.
Female goats are referred to as does or nannies (or, less frequently, as mishas), intact males as bucks or billies; their offspring are kids. Castrated males are wethers. Goat meat from younger animals is called kid, and from older animals is sometimes called chevon, or in some areas mutton.
History
Goats seem to have been first domesticated roughly 10,000 years ago in the Zagros Mountains of Iran. Ancient cultures and tribes began to keep them for easy access to milk, hair, meat, and skins. Domestic goats were generally kept in herds that wandered on hills or other grazing areas, often tended by goatherds who were frequently children or adolescents, similar to the more widely known shepherd. These methods of herding are still used today.
Historically, goat hide has been used for water and wine bottles in both traveling and transporting wine for sale. It has also been used to produce parchment, which was the most common material used for writing in Europe until the invention of the printing press.
Anatomy
Goats are ruminants. They have a four-chambered stomach consisting of the rumen, the reticulum, the omasum, and the abomasum.
Goats have horizontal slit-shaped pupils, an adaptation which increases peripheral depth perception. Because goats’ irises are usually pale, the pupils are much more visible than in animals with horizontal pupils but very dark irises, such as sheep, cattle and most horses.
Goat uses
A goat is useful to humans both alive and dead, first as a renewable provider of milk and fibre, and then as meat and hide. Some charities provide goats to impoverished people in poor countries, because goats are easier and cheaper to manage than cattle, and have multiple uses. In addition, goats are used for driving and packing purposes.
For instance, the intestine is used to make “catgut”, which is still in use as a material for internal human sutures. The horn of the goat, which signifies wellbeing (Cornucopia) is also used to make spoons etc.
Meat
The taste of goat meat is similar to that of lamb meat; in fact, in some parts of Asia, particularly India, the word “mutton” is used to describe both goat and lamb meat. It can be prepared in a variety of ways including stewed, curried, baked, grilled, barbecued, minced, canned, or made into sausage. Goat jerky is also another popular variety.
Other parts of the goat including organs are also equally edible. Special delicacies include the brain (where legal) and liver. The head and legs of the goat may be smoked and used to prepare unique spicy dishes and soup.
Milk, butter and cheese
Many dairy goats, in their prime, average 6 to 8 pounds of milk daily (roughly 3 to 4 quarts) during a ten-month lactation, giving more soon after freshening and gradually dropping in production toward the end of their lactation. The milk generally averages 3.5 percent butterfat.
Goat butter is white (compared to yellow butter from cow’s milk) because the goats produce milk with the yellow beta-carotene converted to a colorless form of vitamin A.
Goat cheese is known as chèvre in France, after the French word for “goat”. Some varieties include Rocamadour and Montrachet. Feta is a well-known Greek variety that may be made with a blend of goat and sheep milk.

Consider the goat. I was watching Planet Earth, the BBC earth documentary that I would recommend to anybody, and in their episode on mountains, I was thinking as I watched this, or perhaps I observed this later in order to make some peculiar observation about goats for our devotional, that we tend to define animals by one key characteristic. Foxes are wily, quick as a rabbit, slow as a turtle. I suppose if goats could be characterized it would be with words like, stubborn, angry, and dumb. Poor goats, we just don’t seem to give them any credit. In light of that, I think we should take some time and look at what scripture thinks of the goat.
Now, when most people think of goats in the Bible, they go to the passage about sheep and goats,and immediately the goat is marred as an image for a sinner. But an image in one parable doesn’t stand for our complete image.
Goats play a bigger part than that. Goats often come up in passages on sacrifice. Often a goat was used for the work of atonement. Abraham, when he was about to sacrifice his son Isaac, was offered from Goat a ram to take his place, a type of Christ stepping in on our behalf and taking our place in the slaughter.
So you see, there is something to being a goat. I know that this week’s devotional is less applicable than most. I just want those of you out there who see yourselves as goats to remember that a goat isn’t all that bad, and at times its a Christ figure. It’s good to be a goat.
May God bless all of you in his flock, even the goats, as you grow in him under his wisdom and will.
Jordan Vetro

By Wesley Hague

Tell this tale, about this Goat
In this poem, that I wrote
A Goat, noble, tall, and bold
Such a wonder, to behold.
Horns, aloft, noble proud
It echoing cry, oh so loud.
Its white soft furry coat.
What a beast, such a goat
Stronger then a horde of men
Yet more tender than a hen.

Unbeaten, unconquered, a perfect foe
The Goat of Goats, brings my heart to woe.
To stand, to fight, to bring a spear to bear.
For ones own life, he must not care
Hero of men, verses hero of hoof
Would common weapons be enough?

It would start with thunderous charge
A distant threat, suddenly so large.
Again it comes, its horns in place.
As a heart, trembles past its pace.
Metal to horn, yet metal gives way
This is its place, to rear and stay.

If you were, to meet this very goat
please flee with haste, to the nearest boat
A legend, a tale, a myth you think?
I will not say, I will not wink.
I’ve told this tale, about this Goat
In this poem, that I wrote

FULL NAME:
Michael Stephen Sanders
STUDENT COUNCIL POSITION:
Friday Worship Team Leader
HOMETOWN:
Burlington
CURRENTLY RESIDES:
Kitchener
HOME CHURCH:
Forestview (A Church Without Walls)
FAMILY:
Mother: Vicky
Father: Steve
Sister: :Linsi
PETS:
dog: Sacha
3 Cats: Gizmo, Tweety, Kitten
EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND:
High School: Lester B. Pearson
Sheraton Institute of Technology: One Year Art Fundamentals
EBC: 2nd of B. Th Youth Min
FAVOURITE BOOK AND WHY:
The Circle by Ted Dekker because it’s an allegory to the bible, and I found it interesting with a very creative style of writing and retelling of certain events
FAVOURITE FOOD:
Lasagna and/or hamburgers
FAVOURITE BIBLE VERSE
No matter how deep the stain of your sins, I can remove it, I can make… Isaiah 1:18-20
MOST INFLUENTIAL PERSON AND WHY:
Old Youth Pastor, Chris because after I became a Christian he took me under his wing, came along side me and helped me trough the beginning stages of my faith. Also the first one to encourage me to lead musical worship
MOST INFLUENTIAL BIBLICAL HERO:
Barnabas
MOST INFLUENTIAL CHARACTER IN FICTION:
Chandler
DREAM VACATION:
Somewhere out West where the temperature is moderate and preferably in some kind of cottage or something
IF YOU COULD CHANGE PLACES WITH ANYONE FOR A DAY AT EBC-WHO WOULD IT BE AND WHY:
Polo, to see things through his eyes, the man is always joyful, wonder what it would be like to be so happy and optimistic in every situation, plus the fun accent
A QUOTE FOR THE MASSES:
Just by reading this book, you’ve become 25% more patriotic. I am American so Can You, Stephen Colbert
NAME YOU WISH YOU WERE GIVEN:
Something that’s not the most popular name in the world, something fun and original like Zeek
BLOOD TYPE:
Not a Clue
HOW DO YOU WANT TO DIE?
I want to die while faling from a plane, trying to force the evolutionary process, by becoming a bird.
IF YOU COULD GO ON A DATE WITH ANYONE AT EBC, WHO WOULD IT BE AND WHY(other than Jolene)?
I’d rather be single than not date Jolene
EMBARRASSING STORY:
At Sarstock, a big concert in Toronto where they had 750,000 people in attendance. On our way out, we had to climb through a busted down fence, and I was the last one to go, so I was wearing this shirt that was a little baggy, and when I went to climb through my shirt got stuck because we were climbing between the top pole and the fencing, so when I got to the other side, I went to stand up and walk but I got pulled back and probably 100 people saw it, my friend got a picture, and everyone laughed
SUPER-SHORT TESTIMONY:
Grew up without belief. A friend opened up and displayed this crazy awesome passion about God. And for one reason or another after having a discussion with said person, something just clicked and I realized that believing in God wasn’t ridiculous anymore.
HOW HAVE YOU EXPERIENCED GOD THIS YEAR:
When it came down to tuition for school, God was displayed in the graciousness of people around me (parents, and others at the school) who supported me financially, and therefore furthering my education at EBC. It showed me that God provides.
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT GOATS:
pretty good, I like them because they’re solitary. I prefer mountain goats.

By Howie Allen

It was October 31 2010 Howie decided to go to Paris Opera house to watch a show. He sat in the front row. After the show I received a tour of the opera house. It was a great place full of mystery and wonder. The owners did not show Howie everything. The Owners did this to protect him from something that I dare not mention it makes me shiver up my spine. The last person who spoke of this mystery was murdered by this mystery. I will say no more. Howie was the curious type I think he has a story to tell.
My name is Howie Allen I love to sing all sorts of music. I was sitting front row dead center. The show was amazing. I loved the music it put a dance in my step. After the tour I went back to my hotel ordered supper and curiosity hit me. What was below that the owner could not show me? What was the mystery they dare not tell me? I wondered if the ballet instructor Madame Giry could tell me. I went to sleep and the next day I returned. I asked Madam Giry but she said she dare not tell and it was best I never ask again.
I was going to go back to the hotel when I thought I heard someone run behind me. I did not see anyone so I continued my exit. I was about to leave when I could her music. I wondered how there could be music when the only people were me and Madame Giry I decided to investigate. You know the phrase curiousity killed the cat well I was the curious cat but I was spared. I will explain in a minute. I followed a beautiful singing voice of a man. I loved his voice he was amazing. I had to find out who this singer was. I went on the stage walked around and tripped on an opening on the stage. I knelt down and discovered a trap door. I opened it and began to walk down some steps. It was dark cold damp but the signing continued. I could not see where I was going. I was about to go back up but the trap door some how locked. I pushed it and hit it and did not scream for help because I did not want people to think I was snooping around, which I was but thought to myself well I can’t go up mind as well go down. I continued down all of a sudden I slipped and fell into a whole bunch of water. There were mice and rats running but I could not see them I could hear them. Then I heard a man on a boat coming towards me. The man had a lantern on the end of his boat. When he was close enough he pulled me in.
He all of a sudden put a noose around my neck. My heart began to go faster he demanded to know who the heck I was and how or who showed me that trap door. Remember when I told you curiosity killed the cat this is the part I was talking about. I looked at him and his appearance really only made more questions then answers. I told him my name and why I came down into the pitch black trap door. I told him how his voice was so beautiful I only came down to see who it belonged to. If you kill me at least I would die hearing a voice of an angel. He all of a sudden took off the noose and took me to his home.
His home was cold and damp he had an old organ and lots of candles. He wore a shaggy old shirt ripped in spots, his hair slicked back and he wore a mask that covered half his face. I told him I loved to sing. I also told him that I had been playing guitar for two years I want to learn to write music but still have rhythm trouble. He smiled and told me that he had given lessons before but only ended in heart break. I looked into his heart and said I am a man looking for new friends want to be my new friend.
He smiled and told me he could use lots of friends. He let me know how horrible it is to hide from the world He let me know of a young girl who is now married, but was his close friend. He taught her to sing and made her a star he wanted to marry her but she married another. He then said how she could love a monster like me.
I looked in his eyes and told him I still want him as a friend. I would enjoy spending time with him. He hugged me and said come tomorrow night and I will teach you music by the way bring your guitar. With that we left and headed back to the upper world.
I went back to the hotel packed my guitar grabbed a cold drink went to sleep. That night I dreamed of performing on stage. When I woke up sang some worship music then headed back to see the mystery man below the theater.
When I got to the theater there was a note saying go down the hall there is a dressing room with your name on it. So I went down the hall sure enough there was a dressing room with my name on it I went in and all of a sudden some how he was inside my dressing room mirror. He asked are you ready to make music with me I nodded the glass slid open and down to his home again.
“So you have been playing guitar for years know any Broadway music my friend” I had to shake my head no then he smiled and began to play music he had wrote. I asked him to teach me to sing and to perform. He smiled pulled out a violin and began to play. The thing about writing music is you write from the heart and as he played I began to play and make up words as I strummed. He stopped playing and told me he could make me a performer but no one must ever know who was teaching me, I agreed.
We began to write lots of music and composed lots. He wanted me to play his songs but label the songs he wrote as an unknown composer I agreed.
He soon taught me how to play the organ violin and I began to teach him the guitar.
One day he turned to me and mentioned he saw something different about me. He sensed love stronger then any wife could supply. I told him about how he could feel this love in his heart if he would know what I know. You’re hiding something that I need tell me please! Okay I will I agreed. I then drew him a diagram called the bridge. This diagram shows how we need Jesus to live but we turned our backs on him. Then we tried to make it up to him by doing good things. But it all fell short. He then died on a cross to make a bridge so we all could have this love.
He still did not understand so I told him a bit about the New Testament and introduced him to Jesus. He then took off his mask and his face was really disgusting it was all out of shape and distorted but I told him Jesus does not see you as a monster but as his child.
Then I asked him where he was on the bridge. The bridge only works if you cross knowing the information alone will not save you. He begged me for real love and I held the man and soon he and I prayed for God to enter his life.
We wrote many songs and soon we wrote a musical and the music was a hit we sang and he also sang a part but hidden so know one would see him soon I took him to meet some of my true friends from Emmanuel Bible College be thanked me and soon I took him to live with me and he learned that the love that over flowed in my heart was now over flowing in his.
The End

Goo’day everyone. This issue’s Voice on the Street is particularly special. Not only because this is our goat issue, so we get to ask the public a very “goaty” question, but also because we are experimenting with a new format. We’ve got video! Thanks to Stef for helping to bring the voice into a new era of Voice-on-the-Streetliness. If you have any technical difficulties, please let us know.
To show off our brand new system, we are ask a question that makes good use of the sound and visualness of our new format.

Interviewed by Stefanie Vincent

What’s your best impersonation of a goat? (Click the links, btw)

And here they are in all their Quicktime glory.

Alex Barry

Angela Gazely

Ben Ahrens

Brittany Rice

Dan Sage

Graham Sweet

Jason Edgar

John Hamill

Matt Winger

Mike Salvatore

Mike Sanders

Tim Grace

A Bleat from the Editor
Welcome readers. There’s something we need to tell you. On behalf of the voice committee, I feel I must inform you that we here at the voice have an undeniable peculiar fondness for goats… yeah… goats. In light of that strange affection, we have decided to take the current issue, Issue XI to be exact, and dedicate it to goats… yeah… goats. This is “The goat issue.” Hope you like it.
Jordan “Goat herder,” Vetro

In this Issue

Main Page
Notice concerning Student Council Applicants
Notice concerning field ed
Voice at the Coffee House: Wesley Hague

Creative Corner
Tail of a Goat: Wes Hague
I Meet the Phantom of the Opera: Howie Allen
Devotional
Consider the Goat: Jordan Vetro
Global Perspective
Everything you did and didn’t want to know about Goats: Katelyn Unger
Opinions and Editorials
Goats in Real Life: Tim Grace
Photo Gallery
Goats captured in photo by Tim Grace
Spotlight
Mike Sanders
Voice on the Street
Get your Goat?

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