i hate telling this story. i hate new zealand stereotypes.
in my town there's, of course, the legend of the goatman: the offspring of a farmer having sexual relations with one of his goats. and, of course, the farmer took pity on the goatman and didn't kill him. i think he raised him for a few months or something. but after an undetermined period of time, the goatman killed the farmer and has been roaming the deep countryside ever since, fearful of humans and animals alike, but feeding on them nonetheless. he also... i hate this part of the story the most. he also wears a singlet.
i really hate this town