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 I can remember very distinctly, his beady red eyes piercing me with a thousand needles, his thick coat, black as night and so shiny I could see the flames of hell flickering along the hair, and finally his long horns sharp enough the pierce steal, and long enough to impale several grown men. I gazed at the intimidating figure and he prepared to charge. His hoof cleared the top dirt so he could get better traction, meanwhile I sure I saw flames come out his nostrils when he exhaled. I was cornered by his lackeys and cut off from any hope of salvation from any adults. I was in the corner of the pen, helpless against the large malevolent sheep. He began to charge and my short life began to flicker before my very eyes. He was closing fast and I accepted the end, when I heard a goat. I looked to my right and saw a large figure hurdling itself over the sheep herd’s blockade, it was contrasted against the sun but I could make out its figure; the powerful rolling horns, the thick shiny coat of pure brilliant white, and a stylish goatee that could only belong to a goat. He charged so fast I could barely turn my head to keep up, the demon sheep was not so lucky. My charging nemesis was unable to get any traction in the loose soil and was carried by momentum alone. The goat lined down his head and bashed the black sheep with enough force to break every bone in a man’s body. The wicked sheep, that moments ago was about to take my life, was now slumped on the ground next to the wall motionless. The herd quickly scattered at the sight of the goat’s unquestionable dominance. I was still sitting on the ground stunned by the events when the goat boldly walked up to me and licked me as if to communicate that he was sorry for what I went through. I quickly opened my bag and let him eat it all, while I went to work with the brush on his fine silky coat. To this day, I remember these events and ever since, I have never turned my back to a sheep and I never will, but I know if I were ever in any real trouble, I could always count on the noble goat to act selflessly without restraint, taking any action possible to protect the powerless and those that are in need.

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