Project cosmos: The Golden Ring

My Kidnapper is a Goat

What I saw, cannot be explained by science. It was like... magic.
Sandy dropped her crutch and took off her shoes to reveal goat hooves. Both mine and Latona's jaws dropped. Sandy wasn't human (way to state the obvious).  She was half-goat.
"Do you understand what's going on?" I asked Latona. She responded by shaking her head. Sandy was beating up a fire breathing chicken! I felt like my mind was going to explode. It was too much to handle. I looked at Latona again, to get her opinion, but she had already passed out.
So, I just watched as my kidnapper, Sandy the goat, beat up the giant chicken. It was more entertaining than math class. I never thought I'd be glad to get kidnapped. After she was done, she got back in the car.
"What was that again?" I asked.
"Itsumade," Sandy said.
"It's made?"
"No,"
"I'm pretty sure that's what you said..."
"Just, shut up, and help me drag your unconscious friend into the back of the car,"
"Just shut up!" I mocked.
"What was that?!"
"Nothing!"
As I grab Latona's arm, I glance down and Sandy's hooves.
"So, uh, what's with the hooves?" I asked.
"You really are stupid, aren't you?" Sandy said.
"You really are mean, aren't you?" I shot back.
"You wanna try that again?"
"Nope,"
It was still hours later, and we were still driving. My stomach was still doing backflips.
"Can you please tell me where we're going? And what's going on?" I asked
"I already told you where we're going. And I told you and can't explain it on my own," Sandy scoffed.
"Geez, I just asked a question..." I muttered. All that followed was yet again another death stare from Sandy.
And after a few minutes of very awkward silence, Latona finally woke up. I could hear her moving around, even though I couldn't see her from where I was.
"Sandy, Latona woke up," I said.
"Don't care," Sandy replied.
"Well aren't you just a little ray of sunshine," I snapped.
"If you wanna keep talking like that, I'll tie a rope to your leg and let the car drag you to Sacramento,"
"S...sorry..."
"You better be,"
"Can you let me out of the trunk now? It smells like rotting fruit in here..." Latona complained.
"Shut up," Sandy yelled at her.
"Ok," she said in a shy voice.
"Can you open the window?" I asked.
"Why?" Sandy asked.
"It's either that or my stomach jumps out of my mouth and into your lap" I complained. I didn't get a response, just a blast of cold air in my face. And I proceed to calm my stomach, out the window. When I finished, we were in Sacramento.