The air hung heavy, burdened by the silence. A small animal, which seemed goat-like, was standing on two legs. It's very human like gaze was downcast, staring into a patch of golden flowers, glowing golden by the small spotlight above it. There was a small girl, made dark by the gloom of the open cavern, standing silent and unmoving. When the goat spoke, not only did he speak in good english, but to this girl.
"D-Don't you have anything better to do?" He asked, his voice wobbling slightly. The girl didn't answer. "Aren't Mom and Dad waiting to go to the surface with you?" He asked, his voice cracking, but yet to no response.
"Don't you have people you can call…" The goat swallowed a lump in his throat, "Friends?", he asked, on the verge of tears. The girl still didn't respond. Instead, she rushed forward, grasping the goats midriff in a gentle hug. The goat, caught unawares, blinked once, twice, before returning it, tears already beginning to stream crosses against his fur. His shoulder heaving, he finally let all emotions out of his eyes.
"I-I don't want to l-let go…" He wept quietly. The girl still didn't respond, instead rubbing his back comfortingly. Then, despite the goats heartfelt words, she broke apart, holding his hands. She tugged gently on them, pulling the boy towards a crack in the wall. He pulled away.
"N-No!" He cried out, "I can't go back! I'm supposed to be dead! How will Mom and Dad react?" His face fell. "And who's gonna take care of these flowers?" The girl still persisted. And the goat resisted. This tiny game of Tug-of-war played out for a while, before the goats will thinned out and he allowed the girl to pull him through the crack, and out of isolation.