It's a goat. It's not going to care if I call it dumb. [He takes the diary back, flipping back to the description of Amaltheia and...suddenly pausing. He winces slightly, a sharp pain in his head for a moment as he suddenly looks at the sodas on the table.]
It wasn't in English. [Uh. What?] And you didn't read them, that was all me? I think? [And since he's staring at the sodas he fails to notice that the diary begins to etch in a few words...
Thalia knelt next to the goat. “Amaltheia?”
The goat turned. She had sad amber eyes and a bronze collar around her neck. Fuzzy white light steamed around her body, but what really caught my attention were her udders. Each teat was labeled with Greek letters, like tattoos. I could read a little Ancient Greek—_________________ I guess. The teats read: Nectar, Milk, Water, Pepsi, Press Here for Ice, and Diet Mountain Dew. Or maybe I read them wrong. I hoped so.
Thalia looked into the goat’s eyes. “Amaltheia, what do you want me to do?”
The goat glanced at me. She looked a little miffed, like I was intruding on a private conversation.
I took a step back, resisting the urge to grab my weapon. Oh, by the way, my weapon was a golf club. Feel free to laugh. I used to___________________. Now all I had was a nine-iron that I carried on my back. Not exactly epic. If the goat went commando on us, I’d be in trouble.
I cleared my throat. “Um, Thalia?”
“______________________________”
“______________________________.
Thalia nodded. “So this goat, Amaltheia_______________.”
“On Diet Mountain Dew?” I asked.
Thalia frowned. “What?”
“Read the udders,” I said. “The goat has five flavors plus an ice dispenser.”
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It wasn't in English. [Uh. What?] And you didn't read them, that was all me? I think? [And since he's staring at the sodas he fails to notice that the diary begins to etch in a few words...
Thalia knelt next to the goat. “Amaltheia?”
The goat turned. She had sad amber eyes and a bronze collar around her neck. Fuzzy white light steamed around her body, but what really caught my attention were her udders. Each teat was labeled with Greek letters, like tattoos. I could read a little Ancient Greek—_________________ I guess. The teats read: Nectar, Milk, Water, Pepsi, Press Here for Ice, and Diet Mountain Dew. Or maybe I read them wrong. I hoped so.
Thalia looked into the goat’s eyes. “Amaltheia, what do you want me to do?”
The goat glanced at me. She looked a little miffed, like I was intruding on a private conversation.
I took a step back, resisting the urge to grab my weapon. Oh, by the way, my weapon was a golf club. Feel free to laugh. I used to___________________. Now all I had was a nine-iron that I carried on my back. Not exactly epic. If the goat went commando on us, I’d be in trouble.
I cleared my throat. “Um, Thalia?”
“______________________________”
“______________________________.
Thalia nodded. “So this goat, Amaltheia_______________.”
“On Diet Mountain Dew?” I asked.
Thalia frowned. “What?”
“Read the udders,” I said. “The goat has five flavors plus an ice dispenser.”
Okay then.]