The man (we'll call him Gompei) who was bringing the pair of goats was due for a meeting in Higgins House at approximately 9AM, and that's where we waited for him. One member of our class was waiting in the parking lot, another in a bush by the door, while the rest waited in the getaway car. It was the perfect plan... we hoped.
At 8:55AM, Gompei arrived in his car with the brazen pair. Our man in the parking lot saw him and rushed to his car, knowing that the two would be in his back seat, and attempted to open the passenger side rear door. It was locked. Gompei just looked inquisitively at our classmate, who sighed and left. The classmate in the bushes had gotten paranoid and went inside to make sure Gompei hadn't somehow snuck in, and then waited at the front door for him.
Two of the seniors who were waiting in the getaway car saw Gompei pull in and went up to watch the stealing, but the original two were nowhere to be found. So, when Gompei crossed the parking lot, a goat under each arm, the new pair seized the opportunity... and the goats. With one member of our class on each goat, Gompei had no chance to hold on as they grabbed them and ran to the car, leaving Gompei unharmed but clearly flustered at the kid-napping (kid, goat... get it?!?).
Out of respect for the traditions of the school, we returned the old one so that it could be safely stored away, but the new one was to be introduced at Homecoming by our class (look for that, boys and girls). So the old goat was returned, but not necessarily as it was. It had gained an addition of a "9" and a "6", etched triumpantly on each butt cheek.
If any members of the class of '96 have some ideas for creative ways to "show" the goat (perhaps at Homecoming), please email those ideas to briank@wpi.edu.
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