/Author's Note: The idea for this fic came about when playing Animal Parade and bearing witness to the majesty of Irene racing around on a goat during the Animal festival. It was mind boggling to see, especially since Irene never even leaves the clinic! Then my good friend and writing buddy Singkatsu challenged me to explain it in 500 words. So here we are. Enjoy! End Author's Note/
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Cain had balked when Irene threw money down on the table.
"You're entering?"
"Yes - and I presume you don't have a problem with that? This little race you've set up isn't too much of a boys club, is it?"
Her voice cut like cold steel in a butcher's freezer.
"I just gave my last horse to Craig, Ms. Irene… With all due respect, maybe you should sit this one out."
That would not be an option. She nodded curtly to the beast in the corner of the pen. "That one."
"…Seriously?"
Skeptically, Cain untied the goat and brought him over. He bleated happily.
