We found Oregon Dairy not long before we moved to Lancaster. And not long after we found Oregon Dairy, Ari became acquainted with Cletus and Roscoe.
Who are Cletus and Roscoe? Allow me to show you.
That’s right. Cletus and Roscoe are goats. But not just any goats. They’re two male kids who live outside of the Milkhouse Ice Cream Shop at Oregon Dairy. Ari refers to them affectionately as “my goats.”
About two months after Ari met Cletus and Roscoe, he began making up stories about them. At first, the stories were simple tales of two goats driving a shuttle bus to and from Wegmans, our favorite local grocery store. As the days passed, the stories became more complex. Ari recounted tales of Cletus and Roscoe taking all of the farm animals to Hersheypark to ride on the roller coasters while KidzBop played in the background. Just this evening, Ari began a new oral story about Cletus taking a shower with body wash while being careful not to get soap in his eyes during the hair-rinse portion of the shower.
I cannot make this stuff up.
Poor kid isn’t going to know what to do with himself once these guys go inside for the winter, right?
7 thoughts on “Tall Tales of Cletus and Roscoe”
He will always have a story when it’s time to write 💕
Love this — the power of those oral stories! And I bet he will always remember those goats!
Beautiful imagination 😊
Great stories. Fodder for a book?
Sooo sweet! I want to hear his little voice telling these stories! I also want you to make a picture book about Cletus and Roscoe and their goaty shenanigans!
I am seriously giggling at the idea of a goat trying to keep the soap out of his eyes while he rinses his hair. I would love an inside look at Ari’s imagination – so glad you’ve given us a glimpse into his world, and the goats’. heeheehee