It had happened quickly - one goat became two, became three, became five. Doppio had pulled out a watermelon rind with quite a bit of flesh and he was being swarmed by a gaggle of goats eager to claim it for themselves.
"W-wait--help--!" He was helpless where he sat to the ruminant assault of fuzzy goat lips closing in from every side.
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Date: 2025-03-14 06:01 am (UTC)"W-wait--help--!" He was helpless where he sat to the ruminant assault of fuzzy goat lips closing in from every side.