Sonic Goat Oc Novels & Stories

He didn’t have to tell me twice. The miniature goats—one pure white and the other white with brown spots—were the cutest little things, and I couldn’t help myself. “Come here, little guy—” The moment I stepped into the pen, cooing at the goats, I must have struck a nerve; because the white one, with a wild bray of dissatisfaction, charged me like he wasn’t a quarter of my size. And it hurt like hell, despite his small stature.