I like this story. Not least because the boozer in question was my local until I was in my mid twenties.
I also like it because it shows the skillful in-depth reporting of your standard local rag by firstly locating the pub in the
wrong street and failing to find out that a goat has been feature there since the early 90's.
But enough of incompetent, work experience journalism let us talk goats and the shaving and stealing thereof.
Now one imagines billy was stolen for profit :
"I checked with the owners and they said they had just bought it in good faith from a man in a white van who gave them a hard-luck story."Story? What story?
Goat thief : Wanna buy a goat?
Idiot : No ta.
Goat thief : Its a nice goat. Look at his lovely, gentle satanic eyes.
Idiot : Why you selling said goat then?
Goat thief : Look, its ten quid. You can make cheese with it and sell your lawn mower on Ebay.
Idiot : OK. Hang on while I get a bit of string.
Deal done. No doubt goat thief threw in a bottle of cheap aftershave as well.
Would anyone here attempt to shave a goat? I Remember the first one they put in that pub, it was a big mean bastard that no one would go near sober let alone let their children near.
Stealing a goat must be a barrel of laughs as well. And reading between the lines recovering a stolen goat might be fun...
"I told them the animal had been stolen and, on Friday, we loaded him in the back of a riot van, took him back to Harborough and put him in a kennel."While we picture the a goat shaving scene in our minds let us also reflect on the sage words of Plod.
"I would urge people not to buy animals on the doorstep from people they do not know." 
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