It was a day she would never forget in her life. Mrs. Grace had good specie of goat she loved rearing right there at her back yard. Its 5 years since she started the rearing business and she succeeded in making huge profit from it.

Recently, she thought of making a better home for the goats numbering 6 hence their productivity is high: at least the female goats deliver three to four young ones per cycle. Initially, the goat house was a small hut made of raffia palm shields and mod. This was set up with the aid of her mother in-law who had gone back home after a few year stay in the city.

She worked alone seeing no advice and now she called a builder to dismantle the old hut and build a real house from the foundation instead. She did her best to tile the floor and put a well furnished wooden entrance door with 2 wooden windows. She roofed with the aluminum sheets of a ticker type and painted uniform and rhyming colours to complete it all: like that of her own house. Perhaps, she shouted “my soul rejoice, I have made a perfect house for my pets” this entire plan took place within eighteen hours.

Like what God commanded Noah to do with the animals before the earth was destroyed, she happily arrange her pets in a single line procession and put them back to the newly built house she made for her pets. Wow! So amazing: but it did happen to Mrs. Grace like that. At night the goats where uncomfortable with the house and she could notice that by the sound noise they make while she was sleeping. She slept with one eye open and could not concentrate.

The next morning was a big quagmire to Mrs. Grace as she woke up, went straight to the new pet house only to realize that her pets are no more. They all lie dead. Only God knows how she felt, she wept as though she lost a relative as neighbours tried consoling her. “I am finished: somebody help me” she cried bitterly. But all who came to console her thought differently, they thought of someone or something poisoned her pets. But she did not keep quiet; she started autopsy measure to examine the real cause of the pets she treasured so much.

Her step was to consult a vet doctor whom she confided on everything she did the previous day. Lo and behold, it was her fault. The doctor after inspection founded out that she did the worse instead. He disclosed that she should have maintained the usual materials used for the goat house. His findings were that she tied the floor of the house which resulted to reducing the temperature of the room to the lowest minimum at night. She used materials that are not comfortable with the pets. And now she mourns for her pets and vowed not to continue training goats. Please dear reader; do advise her through this article what she should do not to go sad always.