Well as i recall i am five years old and i have a goat, it just getting dark out side. I have not been able to find my goat. Suddenly my brother kenneth came in and informed me that dad had killed the goat a few minutes ago. I was really quite upset and was crying. Kenneth went outside again and returned later with something in his hand. He handed me the windpipe of my goat, told me that dad said if i blow it just right, it will make the sound of my goat so that way your goat will allways be with you. I began blowing on it but nothing came out. I said it does not work,my brother kenneth said you have to blow on it just right, and told me not to give up, so i kept trying. I am now seventy eight years old and i still can’t get it to work.