Okay, guys. This is my first AN. Will you guys please suggest a beta for me? I'd like to have one. Or, if any of you guys are a beta, and want to do it with me? I'd be happy with that. Also, y'all, please dont freak out when I mention taking over the world. Besides, I already hid the body. Oh crap, I just fell into a sarcasm! Oh no! Don't worry, I can get out on my own. Don't need a rope at all. Nope. Definitely not. Anyways, enjoy!

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"He's ready."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

And the two mysterious beings covered the sleeping Bob with a strange, filmy substance that flashed once with a blue light and assimilated itself into his body. They then disappeared in a flash of light.

When Bob woke, he was in a comfy bed. Which confused him, as goats don't usually sleep in beds. He personally liked the birch tree in the back paddock. It was kind of isolated, in the shade, and being under it made him feel safe. But beds were better than that, he decided, snuggling into the blankets. Not too hot, and not too cold. He enjoyed it and would think of it for years to come. The door opened, and Arwa walked in. On two legs. Like a human.

"Whaa?" Arwa shrugged.

"I don't know. Something happened overnight, and now all the goats directly related to you have the ability to walk on two legs when they want to. And that let me sneak in here with either the Farmer's Wife not noticing me or thinking I'm her daughter or something stupid like that. I checked the basement first. I thought they would freak out when they found out you'd learned their language. But apparently not."

"No, I-I think I brainwashed them into thinking I was, well… I don't know… Something."

"Well, apply some logical thought to this, Bob. Either you're part alien, or you received a blessing from higher powers."

"What, goat gods? I doubt that."

"Okay, some kind of energy projecting alien or possibly being from another dimension. In there somewhere. I think. Anyways, it affected the rest of us, and now Grandma Cashmere thinks she drank radioactive alcohol. And she's enjoying being treated like royalty. Also, Mom wasn't very happy we went into the house without telling her."

The door opened again, and the Farmer's Wife and Farmer Jimmy stood there. "Awaiting orders, sir." The Farmer said that like it was something he said every day. He stood there, waiting. But, the Farmer was not a patient man. So, when Bob did nothing but sit there with wide eyes and a dropped jaw, his voice became angry. "Well? Are you going to give us our orders or what? Just leave us standing here, doing nothing? I don't appreciate that, so what do you want us to do?!"

"Um… Just do what you normally do, I guess."

"Do you want us to hire some people to look after the farm while we take over the world and achieve goat equality everywhere? Or do you just want to lie in that bed doing nothing for your goat friends?"

"World domination sounds good. Where are we going to start, though?"

"I used to be President. I could get us into a Congress meeting and you could brainwash everyone. Then we could brainwash the President, and then we could send you along with ambassadors as the ambassadorial goat."

"Yeah. Sure. Sounds good. Do you think the rest of my family can do the brainwashing thing, too?"

"I don't know, sir. They can walk on two legs and appear human if they so wish, though. I saw your brothers playing with the other goats by pretending they were new farmhands. Even your grandma was fooled. Not your mother, though."

"Grandma would have probably recognized Mama or her brothers, though."

"True."

"I'll try to look human now…" And with that, Bob transformed his features into that of a fourteen-year-old boy. When this was voiced by Arwa. "That's strange… Is that me in human years?"

"Yes, dumbutt. What else would it be?" Arwa was not happy. "Mama still wants to know where you are! We have to leave."

"Okay..." Reluctantly getting out of the warm bed, he turned to the farming couple. "When do you think we should start the plan?"

"Next week." The Farmer's Wife was stoic. "We should start next week."

"Okay." Bob was pleased. Goat equality was so close!