Morning all. It looks like supper is officially here, even if the calendar says we have a few more days before it is official. As it has been in the 90s all week, I’m calling it summer. Despite all the recent rain I have already started the early morning watering of the plants. I haven’t yet reached the evening watering stage though, which is nice because no matter what I do in the evenings when I water I get bitten by every biting bug in the area. They don’t bite in the morning, which is nice. Plus it gives me time to get the coffee on just a little bit earlier and that is always a morning priority. But for now, we set the timers and get the morning prompt in. Shall we? Excellent.
Not sure where this is going, but I like the idea of being sort of tricked into going to a place the MC won’t like by removing details. It sort of sets up a lack of trust between characters right off the bat.
Thursday, June 13th: The goat stared at me.
The goat stared at me. I had only seen goats on images from Instagram and various websites, most featuring something called goat yoga. In those images people seemed happy to let the little goats climb all over them.
I thought it strange in the images and now, seeing a goat in person I thought the practice insane. The smell from the goat was pungent and not something I really wanted near me. And then there were those eyes. They didn’t look real. They looked like some sort of electronic scanner, one long bar through the center. A part of me thought they looked more like some sort of naturalistic spyware more than an actual animal.
And this one wouldn’t stop staring at me.
I wondered if I had the air or someone up to no good, or if the goat could simply sense my unease. I noticed cats were like that. As soon ass a cat knew you didn’t like them, they perversely decided that you were the person they most needed to cuddle.
The goat didn’t look like it wanted to cuddle.
It looked like it was contemplating the best way to take me down. I stared back, not wanting to let it out of my sight. I was certain it would take that moment to attack.
I heard a laugh off to my left. “I see you have met tiny,” someone said. I glanced over, risking taking my eyes off the goat for a moment. A woman was walking towards me. Our host, I assumed.
“This is Tiny?” I asked. I looked back at the goat. It had taken the opportunity of my inattention to move closer. It was now only a foot away from me and still staring at me.
“Looks like you made a friend,” she said. “I’m Melissa, lets get you settled in.”
I nodded and backed away from the goat, Tiny. After a few paces, I turned away and followed Melissa towards the guest cabins. “No one mentioned goats,” I said.
“Really?” she replied with surprise. “We are known for them.”
“I must have missed that,” I said. As I read all the information provided to me twice over, I suspected that mention of goats was removed before the packet was given to me. I was not overly fond of animals. I appreciated them from a distance, and I wanted them treated well, but I preferred they be well treated somewhere I couldn’t see them. I heard a clip clop behind me and looked over my shoulder.
Tiny was following me. He stopped when I stopped. I looked away and continued following Melissa. We reached the cabin, Tiny still following behind.
“Here you are,” Melissa said. “Cabin 8. I’m sure you will be comfortable.”
“I’m sure I will,” I assured her. I was confident that once I had a door between me and Tiny I would feel much more comfortable. Melissa stepped to the side and saw Tiny.
“He gets like this sometimes,” Melissa assured me as she saw me shooting glances at Tiny. “Sometimes he just finds a guest irresistible.”
“Lucky me,” I replied
“He’s harmless,” Melissa looked to Tiny. “Come on you, back to your friends in the pen, leave the nice lady alone.”
‘The nice lady already has to deal with the animals outside of the pen,’ I thought as Melissa led the goat away. I doubted the others would appreciate being compared to goats, but at the moment I wasn’t too happy with them.
Ten til Midnight 