Got Your Goat?

To ~Rosela on her birthday



It wasn’t hard, not when someone was as nimble as he was. He had waited for the right moment to make his move. Minutes later the hatch opened and he was free. Slowly he poked his head out and looked around. The office was empty so he could safely emerge from his “prison”. He was still a little angry on the one that had tricked him in there. For a few minutes he just stood there, listening, in case someone would return and maybe make him go back in. Nobody did. The kid hopped up on the office chair and looked on what lay on the table. A plate with two sandwiches and some neatly stacked piles of paper. He looked at the door, the one that didn’t lead out. He could hear voices but they weren’t anywhere near. The bread tasted good but the other thing, that red weird thing that lay on top…he let that drop on to some of the papers…leaving a nice tomato sauce stain splattered all over.

The other piles of paper “accidently” fell on the floor, right on his small “accidents” he had made as he got out. On the edge of the table lay something that glittered in the sun ray that came in from the window. He didn’t know what it was and it was clear it needed to be investigated. As any kid some things just needed to be investigated not only by touch but by taste as well and he let his tongue over the metal. It didn’t really taste anything but they made a funny sound as he picked it up with his mouth. The sound wasn’t near the sound the bell his mother had but more of a softer jingle. It sounded more as he shook his head. He jumped around for a bit enjoying himself, sending even more papers down on the floor.

Suddenly there was a sound, steps perhaps, that alerted him that someone was coming his way. He took a big leap off the table and ran out the open door. The neighing of a horse stopped him in his tracks as he came out. With big eyes he looked around. This wasn’t home!! Where was mom? He had gotten all the way to a grassy area when an angry scream came from the office and seconds later a man with black hair emerged in the doorway. He looked angry that much was clear.

“Where are you, you little PUNK! And where the H*LL did you hide my keys??!!”

“Maaahhhhhh” said Frank without thinking, and doing so he dropped the keys in the grass. When he let the sound out the man spotted him easily and now the man came at him at a fast pace. This frightened him but even if he ran the fastest he could the man gained on him. Suddenly he ran in to someone and he felt hands grab him.

“Maaahhhh Maaahhhh!!!”

Frank’s heart was now beating wildly. However the hands that held him felt kind and he looked up and saw it was a woman. In the next moment the man came up to them.

“GIVE me that little TERROR!! I'm gonna… ”

The woman laughed at the fuming man in front of them.

“Its just a little kid…what could he ever have done?”

The man’s face was still rather dark, and the woman didn’t seem as angry so Frank leaned towards her…in case the man would do something. She smelled nice and just to be sure he lipped the fabric of her clothing lightly.

“HE…ate…MY…lunch…or part of it…” the man grumbled before he continued “…he also stained the some of the papers I worked on all morning with tomato sauce…the other pile of paper he shoved down…in….his…business that he so kindly left behind in the office. Now…hand him over! I'm going to teach him to…”

Suddenly Frank found himself face to face with the man.

“Mah?” Franks voice was slightly worried as he met the man’s gaze.

“Now…” said the woman fighting hard to control her mirth “…tell me what you are going to do to this adorable little baby?”

Frank continued to look the man straight in the eye as he felt that the woman handed him over. His short life passed before him. Just keep the gaze steady Frankie boy he thought. Everybody knew that humans were…well…not particularly bright and some - must have been a dog - had even said that some humans could be controlled by just staring at them…at least it had worked when it came to giving out food - maybe this was one of those. The man simply grumbled as he looked at the woman, then the man put him down, making Frank sigh in relief.

The little white kid looked after the man and then had a good idea. Maybe he would be happy if he fetched him the keys? He knew exactly where they were… The quickest way to the keys was to run between the man’s legs. That was apparently not something the man was ready for. Another curse, a very different sounding curse, was heard and as Frank glanced back he saw that the man had started to fall and his shadow was now over him.

“MAH!” Frank bleated.

With a loud THUD the man landed…and the woman exploded with laughter. Luckily for Frank he had run fast enough to get out of the way. A nice sized pile of “road apples” had softened the man’s fall and he was now if possible when he looked up even more red faced.

With the man down Frank dared to come closer and even licked the man on the tip of his nose. The downed man let out a big sigh as he leaned his chin in his hand as he petted the little goat with the other.

“You are going to be trouble around here, aren’t you Frankie?”

“Mahh…”



"Frank" is a kid with Decors goat "Pea" as mother...

People are ~Rosela characters Rosela and Zafir (sorry Z..I think you got a new friend if you wanted to or not, you will trip more now Im sure...)