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butterouttacream) wrote2012-05-24 11:51 am
butterouttacream) wrote2012-05-24 11:51 am
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Near The Boardwalk, Thursday Afternoon
Something weird was happening. A few of the goats -- the goats that seemed to be terrorizing everyone else? -- seemed to like Frank.
More than that, they seemed to regard him as... kind of a leader.
"Seriously, you guys can... stop following me," Frank suggested hopefully after a few of them refused to be shaken off by his winding detours through town. "Really, I don't have any food or anything. You guys can go."
One of the goats sniffed his shoe.
"Okay then," Frank said, and carried on walking. Slightly more briskly this time. Because.
[[HIS NAME IS FRANK, OKAY. open.]]
More than that, they seemed to regard him as... kind of a leader.
"Seriously, you guys can... stop following me," Frank suggested hopefully after a few of them refused to be shaken off by his winding detours through town. "Really, I don't have any food or anything. You guys can go."
One of the goats sniffed his shoe.
"Okay then," Frank said, and carried on walking. Slightly more briskly this time. Because.
[[HIS NAME IS FRANK, OKAY. open.]]