Goat. I was nicknamed goat when I was little. I still sometimes get called goat.
And the reason why was because I would eat stuff I wasn't supposed to.
Like when I was 2 I ate a dead frog. And no one stopped me because everyone was too grossed out.
And when I was 4 I ate another dead frog. And no one stopped me.
But now I know what I should put in my mouth.
My rules when I go to put something in my mouth.
1. Is it going to kill me? If so eat it.
2. Is it going gross people out? Don't eat it.
3. Is it sour? Eat it!!!
I will eat anything sour.
I also eat/chew-on anything plastic. And headphones. And flowers.
