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Thanks to frank The Goat.

When I saw this, I immediately felt I had to share it with draquin.

http://www.heifer.org/site/apps/ka/ec/product.asp?c=edJRKQNiFiG&b=477887&ProductID=164806

Of course, if a goat is not your thing, you could try a sheep or a llama.

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paradigmshifty
Dec. 5th, 2005 06:11 am (UTC)
Lovely, and the pic is way too cute. But did you read the fine print?
halloranelder
Dec. 5th, 2005 06:24 am (UTC)
Yes, I did. You're not actually buying that item for someone, but the intent is there.
paradigmshifty
Dec. 5th, 2005 06:31 am (UTC)
You may not be buying anything at all for anyone in actuality. Basically that says that you give them money and they'll do whatever they see fit with it.

Sorry, to my mind, if you're going to put that nice warm & fuzzy advert above it with all that rhetoric, then if I give them $120 I want to be able to point to the spot and the people that I directly helped. Specifically I want to be able to point to the goat, because that's what the large print promised (and the small print taketh away.)
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