Actually ...
When my stepdaughter was about 4, I took her to her aunt's allotment on a hillside above Hebden Bridge. (Blimey, she is 32 this year - where does the time go!) It is next to an old cemetery and when we came to walk home through the cemetery we encountered a rather grumpy goat tethered there by a lengthy chain. It started chasing stepsprog who immediately burst into tears. I was concerned for her so I shooed the goat away, and picked her up. Next thing, I got a butt in the butt! So I ended up running down through the cemetery with the little girl under my arm with an angry goat in hot pursuit!
We got safely beyond the goat's range and stood there laughing. Then I realised that in my haste to get away, one of my trainers had come off and was lying in the grass behind psycho-goat ...