The goatmother and the goatfather had company right after Christmas. They had company. This should have been a 'signal' of some sort. The company was due to leave yesterday morning. They were on a schedule. They had a plane to catch in Seattle. So, the goatfather woke up, glanced into the darkness, poked the goatmother and said, "We don't have any power". Of course. There were only six people in the house that needed to use the 'facilities', not to mention take showers, get fed, etc. Now the goatmother's aunt was nowhere in the vicinity - even in the state - so she could not be blamed for the lack of facilities this time. You might recall from last October, anywhere the goatmother's aunt goes, the commode goes out. It is simply a fact. Come to think of it, she has been on a cruise for the holidays. I wonder if the commodes went out on the boat?
Nevertheless, back to the problem at hand. The goatmother and the goatfather jumped out of bed to begin lighting lamps and candles, build a fire for heat, and to find the jugs of water kept in the cabinet for just such occasions. The jugs are used to flush the facilities. Upon opening the bedroom door, the Mighty Quinn was faced with an unfamiliar body in an unfamiliar shape lying in the darkness and proceeded to bark in alarm waking everyone in the house. Okay, well, they had to get up anyway, didn't they?
So, to make a long story short, the power did finally return and all was well. I am only a goat, but in my humble opinion, if one chooses to visit the goatmother and the goatfather, one should seriously consider bringing their own toilet. I'd love to see airport security deal with that one?