Goats and Coffee

There is a legend that a monk walked the monistary's goats out into the field one day, and decided to take a nap under a tree. When he awoke, he could not find his goats anywhere. He walked a long way around the side of a mountain and finally found them dancing around on their hind legs as if enchanted! The monk was dumbfounded. He watched in awe, and then he saw it. The goats were munching on berries growing on bushes nearby. He went and chewed a few himself and found them horribly bitter. Still, his head felt lighter, his heart beet faster and he decided to take some back to the monistary. There, he roasted the beans, ground them up and made them into a tea. And coffee was born!

Thank you Dancing Goats!