Author: Janna Olsen Spratt
The idea for this story comes from my uncle who used to play his guitar and sing funny little songs to entertain us when we were children. The goat in the songs ate clothes off the line. One day he was on the raildroad track and the train was coming down the tracks, getting closer and closer. The goat’s life was saved when he coughed up red flannel underwear and flagged down the train.
I am a mother, stepmother, grandmother, great-grandmother who read story books to my children when they were young. I live in beautiful British Columbia, Canada. This is my second book. The first book is poetry, “Quiet Reflections.”