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It was weird being a goat. Or, being shaped as a goat. He was still a person, right? Not the time for an existential crisis, though he was sure if this lasted too long he’d end up in one anyway.
It wasn’t so bad. Yeah having four legs and no hands took some getting used to.
Horns, though. What a convenient way to let people know you’re irritated.
“Don’t wander off,” they’d said.
He found a gap in the fence and wriggled through. The forest was calling and there was a salty rock he wanted to go back to lick…