It's really no wonder why folks want to tug on this goat's chin fringe and light explosive firecrackers under his arse. He's goin' around terrorizing the crap (literally) outta talkative, friendly birds and guilt-tripping pigs into depriving themselves of their own ice cream cones. Are we a moody manipulator much? But Sesame Street deems it OK for this punk to be getting maaaaad 'bout every darn little thing in his day. I don't get it.