I transport you to lovely Ireland, where Paddy Murphy of Kildare recently noticed one of his goats getting a bit too randy with his sheep. Five months later, a “geep” was born. It’s not clear who decided to name the offspring a “geep” rather than a “shoat,” but the little Frankenstein’s monster is sure bringing plenty of joy to Kildare’s farm.
With endless breeding possibilities, it makes you begin to wonder what other bizarre concoctions nature (or man) might create someday. I mean, I quite frequently find myself pondering which creatures were bred together to create Gary Busey…
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