Once there was a goat named Magnus. He was a white goat with a long blonde beard. He loved his nanny goats and hated everything else.
Including me. a wee lad on the farm. not even reaching his shoulders.
I recall one day on the farm reaching my hands through the fence to pet his nanny goats when magnus comes out of nowhere pinning my hands against the fence. luckily I was able to slip them out with all my digits still attached.
Magnus was a tough guy that did not like to be contained.
He’d bash fences and gates until they gave out.
This behavior is evident in the marks on his horns.
Magnus’s unbreakable spirit lives on in these digital reproductions of his horns.
Despite our quarrels I hope he’s happy in the great pasture in the sky.
These horns were collected after his natural death of old age, or maybe it was stubborness?
The geometry data was collected with an Artec Spider, and Texture with a Camera Capture Rig.
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