#gavel goat destroyed

[freeoftheground]

I am pleased to announce that the Gävle Goat of 2023 has been declared "destroyed by Jackdaws".

The goat's fate has largely been accepted by the people of Gävle, who were amused to see the birds eat the straw, even before they were finished setting it up. The general consensus amongst the town was to leave the goat alone and let nature take it's course.

So once again, tradition has been vindicated. May the Gävle Goat rest in peace, and may the odds of 2024 be ever in our favour.

[craftykit1]

I agree the challenge of burning the gavel goat should be made into a tradition BUT i think maybe we could try having it destroyed in other ways too. Get creative!

my idea is having a bunch of hungry goats start eating it, something something destroy false idols

[libidomechanica]

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