Aberforth whistled happily to himself as he carried a bundle of freshly laundered sheets across the yard. His hand had just settled on the handle to the barn door when he was suddenly grabbed from behind and twisted around, the freshly laundered sheets landing in a dusty pile on the ground.
"What are you doing?" Angry blue eyes filled Aberforth's vision as his attacker pushed up to him, nose to nose.
"I fail to see how that's any of your business, Albus," Aberforth growled, shoving his older brother away. He moved to walk away when he was stopped by a wand poking his chest. "You wouldn't dare."
"Try me," Albus warned. When Aberforth made no move to escape, he asked again, "What are you doing?"
"Taking fresh sheets to the barn," Aberforth said defensively.
"This has to stop. Its just not right! Not natural at all!"
"Its perfectly natural when people do it. Why should we draw the line there? Its not like he doesn't like it!"
"Its a goat, Aberforth, a goat. Its an animal, not a human, and it can't talk to you. You don't know that it likes what you do. It would be just fine without you doing that."
"I don't see what the problem is. I know it makes him happy and it certainly makes me happy, and it is certainly not hurting anyone, why do you even care?"
"Because," Albus suddenly calmed, "because I care about what happens to you. What will people say, what will they do if they find out? You'll be that crazy man who does unnatural things to goats. I don't want that for you. Don't want people to talk badly about you too."
"This has nothing to do with me," Aberforth was enraged, "This is all about you. You just don't want another family member to be embarrassed about. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go rewash these sheets." Aberforth pushed Albus's wand out of the way and retrieved the dusty sheets from the ground. With one last glare in his brother's direction, Aberforth turned around and stormed back to the house.
Albus pushed open the door to the barn and, after looking at the interior for a moment, turned to leave, muttering softly to himself, "unnatural, just unnatural." As he walked away, the door blew open with a gust of wind and the interior of the barn was visible to the outside world. It was decorated like a small house, table and chairs in one corner, a dresser and bare bed in the other. In the middle of it all stood a goat in pants, shirt, and a tie that looked as if it had been partially eaten. Albus pulled the door more securely closed, and walked away continuing to mumble to himself, "treats that thing like its human, its a goat damn it," his voice suddenly got louder, "it doesn't need pants." Reddening in sudden embarrassment, Albus glanced around furtively, making sure no one was around to have heard him, and scurried back into the house.