There comes a time in the life of every young girl where she must face life-threatening debilitation by the cruel ministrations of her alleged care-taker. Doesn't it seem like far too many cautionary tales start out that way, only to find themselves wrapped neatly into some ridiculous tale of undeserved forgiveness and unearned tolerance? The Girl Without Hands probably started this tale written deliberately to be unable to throttle the cause of her ails... but what does that have to do with goats?