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THE SAGA OF THE SLIMY CISTERN

Peering into the old cistern.

The time had come to finally clean the old concrete cistern that we use for storing rainwater runoff from the house roof.  At least 15 years had passed since the last cleaning, thus the mud and slime factor was pretty high.  The first step was to pump the cistern dry.  My old sump pump wouldn’t work, so I needed to use the good (i.e. expensive) one we use in the basement.  Magoo of course wanted to ‘help’, so I needed to make sure he didn’t fall into the cistern while I was pumping it out.  I placed the heavy metal lid over the opening while pumping it out.  After the cistern was empty I went to the garage to unplug the sump pump and look for some tools I would need for the cleaning and repair job.  That’s when I heard a loud ‘clang-clang’ from the vicinity of the cistern!   I hurried out of the garage to discover the cistern lid AND Magoo missing!   Expecting the worst, I peered into the cistern to see the cistern lid, one muddy goat, and my (unknown to me at the time) broken sump pump. The cistern lid has a chip out of one side and, true to his name, bumbling Magoo had somehow managed to manipulate it just so that it would fit through the opening.  Twenty seven years of using the cistern and I didn’t even know the lid could fit through the hole.  Took Magoo to figure that one out!

I was home alone so how was I going to get Magoo out of the cistern??  I hadn’t been in the cistern since its last cleaning and recalled that after inserting my ladder I could just barely fit through the opening.  Magoo appeared unhurt and was making quite a fuss as he slogged through goat-knee-deep mud.   I quickly inserted the ladder into the cistern and tightly slithered through the opening.  Now it was just me, mud, and Magoo.  I picked him up, bawling and covered in mud, and pushed him up over my head out of the cistern.  He was fine but I was now covered in mud too. 

Magoo peeing on the cistern.  Take that you nasty cistern!

Once out of the cistern, I hosed him down.  He didn’t’ like that at all – the injustice of having to take a bath! 

All is well that ends well – Magoo is oblivious of his brush with goat heaven and I was fortunately able to repair the sump pump. 

What a Ma-Goofball!!!!