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Ianto stood staring at the campsite with growing anger. What a fucking mess. They had cut down trees, torn up bushes… this little patch of wilderness was no longer pristine. Called themselves tree huggers yet they did shit like this.
Ianto was standing staring at the fire pit with annoyance, poking at the ashes with his walking stick as a dog bayed off in the distance. Sounds like Mi' Lady was chasing rabbits again. Ianto looked up to see if she was still visible and found himself face ot face with one of those fuckers who had shat all over his once pristine land.
"What the hell do you want" he blurted with venom.
"Well, well, well. Look at you. All alone ya poofter… you are the one on the TV right? The one who bought my land from under me" the man sneered.
"I purchased this land fair and square. It's mine and you are trespassing. If you think I am alone, think again" Ianto said with growing anger, his hand tightening on the cane and he was about to raise it to strike the man when a rumbling sound had him turning his head to see the reason for Mi' Lady's barking.
The King of Goats as running towards them full tit, as were his harem of ladies and they all seemed to be zeroed in on the one who was making their Apple Giver angry. Ianto was surprised. He told the men the prick was getting out. They said it was another goat that looked the same. Nope. Ianto knew His goat anywhere and as the King of Goats drew nearer Ianto stepped back from the man and watched on as the goat hit the prick full in … well… the dick.
Cue the laughing, the walking stick now needed to prop himself up as Mi' Lady followed the goats in and saw the danger to her Hooman.
Never piss off a K9 police officer… my god it was Myfanwy all over again as she attacked the hapless man who was already on the ground writhing in pain. Now he had a new pain to contend with as she chose an ankle and locked on.
Ianto felt quite sprightly as he called the dog off and watched the fucker race for the border fence line only to remember the goats.
Yeah.
The King of Goats remembers.
Those red eyes boring from the white demonistic head never looked away for as long as the idiot was in sight.
Ianto licked a finger and made a score in the air.
One to the Goats.
