The Chicago Cubs haven't been to a World Series since 1945. Some say it's because of the "Billy Goat's Curse". And, the only way to break the curse is to have a descendant of Andy Frain apologize to Murphy the Goat. The problem is Murphy has been dead for a very long time.

However, in the spirit of fair play, Murphy "the goat", armed with the gift of speech, is sent to Earth to make amends in lifting the curse. In exchange for ending the curse, Murphy wants an apology for being thrown out of Wrigley Field during the 1945 World Series.

In need of Earthly assistance, Murphy is brought to the Billy Goat's Tavern in Chicago where he meets and eventually enlists the aid of a very reluctant and cantankerous individual named Roger Talbert. They eventually work out their differences and unite to end the curse in this delightful tale. 

* "Billy Goat's Curse" is selling for $12.95 through VirtualBookWorm, as well as through other on-line sites. The book is over-sized - 5.5 x 8.5 inches in size.

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“How did Murphy get into my apartment and into my tub? Ugh!”

“Couldn’t you’ve dropped him off at a pound or something?”

“I tried…I tried, but when I understood what would happen if no one claimed him…so, I brought him home.”

“Let me get this straight, you were more concerned for a goat then what I might think, or say about him being here?” Upset, Helen sadly turned away. “Well, I guess I’ve always known how this marriage stands.”

“Oh, Darling…”

Only Roger was aware that Murphy had spoken and he stared at him in disbelief.

“Very funny…”

“I didn’t say that…Murphy did.”

Putting her coat on, Helen didn’t know how to respond to a joke that she considered ill-timed. At other times she might have laughed, but right at that moment she felt that her world was crashing down on her, and all their---her dreams were turning to dust. “I have never been so afraid in my life…frightened might be a better word, frightened for you.” Helen didn’t say another word as she sadly left the apartment. 

“Take good care of our Vets, now!” Roger called out, even though Helen had gone and the door had been closed behind her. “I can’t tell if she was mad or sad,” he told Murphy.

“Maybe a little bit of both,” replied Murphy, who was now standing on the couch.

“Now, wait one dog-gone minute…get down from there,” he said pulling Murphy down from the couch. “Let me get three things perfectly clear with you. One, couches are for humans. So stay off the couch. Two, I do not take kindly to criticism of any kind, or suggestions that I do not ask for.”

“And, three?” Murphy asked, being a wise guy.

“You spoke,” Roger snapped.

“What a revelation,” replied Murphy.

“I’m from Texas…and, in Texas, goats do not talk to people. Do you understand me?”

“But, we’re in Chicago…does that edict of yours go for the general proximity of Texas, or the entire world?”

With her forehead pressed against the apartment’s door, Helen sobbed. She’d been standing in the hallway since she walked out the door. She heard every word that Roger and Murphy said to each other. “He’s holding a two-way conversation with himself…what’s next?” Helen turned and began to run down the hallway.

Back in the apartment, Roger had sunk into deep thought.

Murphy bleated as if to gain his attention.

Roger wanting only silence had become tyrannical in his attitude toward Murphy. "Did you say something?"

"No."

"That goes for mumbling as well...There will be no mumbling."

"What a grouch," said Murphy in disbelief.

"I heard that.”

“What about breathing…you didn’t mention anything about breathing?”

"Don't tempt fate dog meat."

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