A Goat's Tale: Point of View
By: M14Mouse
Summary : Goat tells his story.
Disclaimer: Don't own them…but Goat counts right?
Goat can tell you a lot of things.
Some of them are important and some not so much.
He can tell you his favorite food.
It is those hard pieces that the strange wolf man gives him. He also liked cookies and pizza and cans and napkins.
He can tell you his favorite place to sleep.
Warm…warm…bed.
He can tell what his favorite things are.
He also liked to follow the humans around. They do such funny things. He liked to play games. The yellow bouncy one is always sneaking him treats. He liked following his little human around. He is the one that provides endless sorts of amusement and food.
He loves him best.
He can tell that he came from the east.
Others…many others….miss them. Maybe, he should go and bring some more? He would like that. So would his little human. His little human won't be lonely anymore.
He can tell you how he was born.
There was a pretty bright light. There were many hills and trees and humans and fields.
He can tell you that his little human tried to get rid of him.
He wasn't fast enough.
He can tell you the first time that he heard his little human's voice.
Well…are you done yet?
He can tell you the moment he knew that he was special.
There was a funny human and a warm light. There were words and voices. It must be important.
But there are many things that he couldn't tell.
Like why he had to leave the many others and many fields. He knew that he had to wait, wait and then go. Or why the strange lady opened the gate and told him it was time to go.
He couldn't tell you why he traveled for so long and hard but he will tell you that he is glad that he did. He found his little human.
He couldn't tell you why he didn't like the strange wolf man.
He just knew that he was creepy and might eat him.
He couldn't tell you why he brought his little human gifts.
Only his human smiled when he did and that was enough for him.
He couldn't tell you why he likes to steal Stripey's cookies.
Only because they tasted yummy.
He couldn't tell you why he kept stealing The Silly man's books.
But they taste yummy too and it always made his little human laugh.
He couldn't tell you why he followed his little human.
Perhaps, he thought his little human was in trouble. His little human was strong and wasn't little anymore. He would hit them on the head and make them fly. His little human can be scary and mean but never toward him.
His little human liked him best.
He didn't know that he would get hurt.
Bad…Bad pain.
He didn't know that his little human picked him up and carried to the Man with needles.
Sleepy…Sleepy…very sleepy.
He couldn't tell you how long he slept or how long he hurt.
Long…long time.
He did know one thing.
His little human was there for him every step of the way.
End of Point of View.
Next Chapter: Mastering the Art of Mastering
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