"Okay." Chid held out his arm rigidly, as if insistent on attaining the perfect gesture. And true to the pastor's word, a goat's fat tongue reached out to take the chunk of lettuce from one of Chad's palms, slathering it with slick mucus.

Chid tensed at the unfamiliar (and uncomfortable!) sensation, but extended his second palm to another nearby goat. It tentatively approached the young prince's open hand and delicately plucked it from his hand with his teeth.