[At this point, Cloud was close to swatting back at the goat as it nibbled and licked at his fingertips, but he holds back, clenching his hands into fists in hopes that it would stop. If it's not one thing, it's another.]
Couldn't it have waited until we got back?
[But he knows that Jack is probably right, and that the goat had probably expended most of its energy trying to get away from them earlier. Begrudgingly, Cloud goes off to a nearby homestead, gathering some hay from one of the townspeople in exchange for a future favor.
The goat perks up once he jogs back with a bundle of hay in hand, pulling at the rope to reach for it before it was even in neck's reach. Unfortunately for Cloud, it still continues to nip at his fingers as he places it on the ground for it to munch on.]
I take back what I said. This is probably as bad as the chickens. [Absolutely done with this goat.]
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Couldn't it have waited until we got back?
[But he knows that Jack is probably right, and that the goat had probably expended most of its energy trying to get away from them earlier. Begrudgingly, Cloud goes off to a nearby homestead, gathering some hay from one of the townspeople in exchange for a future favor.
The goat perks up once he jogs back with a bundle of hay in hand, pulling at the rope to reach for it before it was even in neck's reach. Unfortunately for Cloud, it still continues to nip at his fingers as he places it on the ground for it to munch on.]
I take back what I said. This is probably as bad as the chickens. [Absolutely done with this goat.]