The snarky goat
escaped his pen again. Too long had the trees suffered the abuse of that
salivating brute. I braced myself for battle. The land shall feel his terror no
more. My skin chilled as I remembered the wet stench of his hide, that stench
that had seared my nostrils in our previous encounter ten minutes ago. Many
times we had fought, and he always escaped my grasp; but not this day. I would
vanquish this villainous albino demon.
I tiptoed silently through the dry grass
with the dexterity of a ballerina on stilts. The red-eyed savage’s ear pricked.
My fingers tingled at the thought of them around the throat of his pestilency.
He continued his placid mastication, and I approached. I was ten feet away when
his tail stopped moving and he began turning his thick head.
The adrenaline made
me feel like time was traveling through jello. I leaped. Whoever said man can’t
fly did not see me that day. I joined the realm of the gods for an eternity
that was too brief. The goat did not know what hit him, but whatever it was wasn't conscious enough to chase after it when it bolted.
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