Now Thomas lives on a farm in Swiss Alps and lives his life like one of the goats. Speaking to a reporter from Motherboard, he said:
I was able to keep up for maybe a kilometre or so on this migration down the side of this kind of rocky mountain, and then they just left me in the dust. So I spent the rest of the day trying to catch up to them. And eventually I found them again, and it was quite nice, in the actual soft grassy pasture bit. But actually heading down the mountain was petrifying – because if I fell I didn’t have any hands to stop me from hitting a rock.
I found myself at nearly the highest point on the hill of the whole herd of goats, and there was this moment where I looked and noticed all the other goats had stopped chewing and were looking at me. I hadn’t been scared at all before, but I suddenly became aware of their quite sharp and pointed horns. A particular goat that I’d been hanging out with a lot seemed to have defused the situation
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