Thread: Whose shit is this?

Some years ago Dad and his mate where heading home in the boat , close to midnight and no moon. Mate had some chocolate rasins he was munching on but an inopportune wave made him drop the box. He scoped them up in dark and carried on munching, commenting on the odd one being off. The old man was quietly wetting himself thinking of the half dozen angora goats he'd had in the boat earlier that day.