Egg Of The Black Goat の小説・ストーリー

Sebastian stands and holds out his hand. She takes it. He leads her to the smallest goat—the one that’s been napping in the corner, away from the chaos. “Put your hand out like this,” he instructs, demonstrating. “Let him sniff you first. Then you can pet him if you want.” Emma extends her hand slowly. The goat sniffs her fingers, then butts his head gently against her palm. She giggles. It’s the first sound I’ve heard her make. “He likes you,” Sebastian says.

“This is definitely from the mountains, so you should enjoy it.” “Do I put anything on it?” “Some people like it with butter.” She arched a brow. “Goat butter?” She and her father had kept goats at their property for several years, until the last one had died a couple of years back. He shook his head, looking a little surprised. “Cow.” “You have cows in Fire & Ice?” Seeing him wince, she hastily added, “I mean Haedra and Celestina?” He lifted a shoulder. “It’s an import from the Earth realm, but they’ve been part of our realm for hundreds of years.”

The fierce goat was looking around with its furious eyes, searching for any signs of its child. "Yee…" Another scream echoed in the distance, making the leader of the goats anxious. It changed its direction and moved toward the voice once again. They continued like this for a while until... "Nguoo!" "Nguoo!" Some of the goats let out a voice of surprise and disappeared from the group. The leader also realized that something was wrong, but it continued following after its child. They continued like this for a while before arriving at the place where it started. The leader looked at the little goat, who was sitting among the red berry shrubs and eating the yellow pear, with a happy expression

DEACON "Since when do we have goats on this farm?" I looked up at Gram, who was standing on the porch steps grinning down on me. My ass was in the sparse grass, and five baby goats romped around me, each one vying for my attention. "Blame Emma!" Gram chuckled. "She and Pop got to talking one night, and she told him about how she wanted to eventually have chickens and goats, but she doesn't feel she can handle them on her place yet, since the hospital takes up so much of her time. Next thing I knew, your grandfather was offering to get goats that the two of them can share, with the understanding that we'll house them here, and Emma will participate in their care and support, too."

“Dad, come on. Grandpa got these goats for us. That’s really thoughtful. The old storage shed’s empty, we can keep them there. It’s no big deal.” Grace rolled her eyes and jumped in. “Well, I’m not taking care of them. That’s disgusting! Ew!” Sometimes I wanted to slap my stepmother with a shovel. But I didn’t. Because then my dad would probably disown me. Just then, Dean arrived with the mama goat—a full-grown black one with massive udders and horns. I instinctively backed away when she entered the yard. But when the baby goat leapt out of my arms and ran to its mother, my heart melted. Grandpa had done the right thing keeping them together.