The goat starts crying and you start feeling sorry for it and the rest of goat-kind.
"Why does everyone have to be so mean to us goats?" the goat sobs. "Why? Why?"
You shrink a little, now realizing how mean you've been.
"You're just like that bullying wolf we always get lectured on, but worse!" the goat sniffles.
"I'm so, so sorry," you say. Then you add; "for cooking your mum," just in case the goat didn't know what you were talking about.
"That wasn't even my mum, that was my auntie."
You shrug. "Goat mums, goat aunties, same thing."
"They are not the same thing!" the goat says, offended. "My auntie has two eyes, my mum has two!"
"And your point is..." you prompt.
"Two eyes and two eyes aren't the same thing!"