I was putting the old goat away in the garage and got a little too close to the garage opening. Thus, a little paint swap occurred. I don't think I lost any paint on the goat but sure gained some from the house. *I began speaking in tongues just afterward and I can't recall what happened for the rest of the day. The next thing I remember, I was in police custody in full restraints and my face stung of pepper spray and my body ached of taser applications.*
Anyway, here's the carnage. It doesn't seem to have caused any dents in the sheet metal, thank goodness.
*= pure fiction but made for a good story.