From last year: A Bloody Faith.
I woke up in the morning. In the usual groggy mode I walked to the bathroom, turned on the light and picked up my toothbrush.
I sensed that something was amiss. I was not alone. I turned to my left--never have I gone from a state of being half-awake to full alertness more quickly.
A goat was standing there, staring at me. I politely yielded and tiptoed out of the bathroom. I went to my dad and uttered a statement that I hope to never say again.
"There's a goat in the bathroom!"