I think he was the happiest of all of us. Second part.

My father used to say that when he and his brothers went out with the herds of goats to take them to the pastures to eat, it was enough for them to go far enough away from the house so that the adults wouldn't see them anymore because that queer brother would already take off all his clothes. He put the collar around his neck as if he were one of the goats in the herd.

When he started to do that, the other kids joked around, treating him with mockery and meanness as if he were a goat, and he accepted the jokes without complaining, walking around on all fours and naked the whole time.

But the goats of the herd were also used by the older boys for juvenile sex. The bigger boys fucked the goats and gave them their penises to lick. It was they who discovered the most effective uses for the goat brother. Soon he knew how every boy in the village liked to be blown, and they all knew every crease in his asshole. For years, the village's favorite goat was a secret only for adults, as all the boys and young men knew very well how to use this particular goat.