Moments Earlier!!
With a bucket of feed in one hand and a pail of water in the other, Derrick trudged to the backyard of his home. At the far end stood a rough looking makeshift shed of wood, scrap, and grass, but sturdy enough to survive violent winds and storms.
He pushed the door open with a smile, whistling a cheerful tune, his gumboots thudding softly against the mulched floor.
Inside, a herd of small goats rushed to greet him (not ordinary goats, but shaggy little creatures with third eyes gleaming on their foreheads). At first glance, they could've been mistaken for eerie creatures out of a nightmare. Up close, though, they were nothing short of adorable, fuzzy little furballs, their coats as thick as healthy sheep wool. Fifteen in total, each bleating happily as they nuzzled his boots and licked at him like excited pups.
