They were sparse on details—said it was a domesticated variant and that it shouldn't get much bigger than that. [ She says while considering his, again, much easier suggestion for an earthworm. This guy had a lot of sensible ideas, though part of her wanted to see how well this creature hunted when given the free reign to do so&emdash;if it was partial to insects. ]

Even though it was a prize for turning in the wild one, I think they were just as happy to be rid of it.

[ The goat paddock is surrounded by a large wooden fence. There's a gate but it's on the other far side, and Samus is impatient. She plants a palm on the top part of the fence and hoists herself over in a single vault. She turns around and hook her boots into one of the lower rungs, then extends her hand over the top for him to grab. ]

You don't mind a little mud on your boots, right?