Shovelling you know what

Lauren went to the livestock pens. At the sight of her the animals began calling, some rushing up towards her thinking she had food. Lauren shuddered, not an animal lover at all, and gingerly pushed the pig and sheep away.

"Get off!" Lauren muttered. "You flea ridden morons!"

Most of the animals were herded away, though one older goat continued following Lauren and mewling. Lauren rolled her eyes and got to work. Nose scrunched at the smell she began shoveling the mounds of animal dung in the stables into a wheel-barrel. All the while the old goat followed her, baahing loudly from time to time and brushing against her.

"Get off!" Lauren said furiously, giving him a kick in the side to push him away. Growling in annoyance, Lauren went back to shoveling. The goat stared at her behind, watching her overall covered backside wriggle. Then, without warning it let out a warbling cry and charged forward! The goat's thick head and curved horns slammed hard into Lauren's butt!

Lauren cried out, flinging forwards. She fell face first into the muck and dung, butt pointed straight up.