One party fell in love with a baby goat and Casey in a moment of desperation told them they could have it.

But he was sorry afterward, because the mother stood and blatted at him reproachfully for four days and nights without stopping.
Casey swears that he picked up and threw two tons of rocks every day, and he has no idea how many tons the six families of Patmos heaved at and after the goats.

When they weren't going headfirst into barrels of water they were chewing something not meant to be chewed.

Casey asserts that it is all a bluff about goats eating tin cans.

They don't.