The confused goats froze in place. The sound repeated ferociously. The bewildered, 6-legged goats stampeded to the far end of the converted longhouse. Blood Daisy smirked before turning to face Squiggles, who was more decorated than dressed.
"Y'know, I had it all under..." Control??
However, Squiggles looked honestly pleased with herself. The young faun whispered timidly, "Uh... Thank you, Squiggles, for, um... For helping me?"
Squiggles joyfully chirped before purring in 4-part harmony.
The faun, although furry with rather short fur, was glad that Squiggles had been tricked into wearing (um) clothing. It was a game combined with self-decoration. The naturally "un-modest" apex predator could be surprisingly girlish ... for a monster. (Dances With Moths still had nightmares about the Squiggles vs. crocodiles war!)
And Dances With Moths was a predator herself! Speaking of which...
The young rabbit loped up besides Squiggles, who gave the much larger youngster an affectionate side hug with both strikers. Great! They've made up!
"Um. Why you twain here?" Blood Daisy asked timidly whilst wringing her hands behind her back.
Using a form of ear-based semaphore as a sign language, the rabbit signed, <Squiggles and Lips want me learn-learn milk goats, please.>
Blood Daisy smirked again. Teaching "Lizard Lips" to milk goats should be a delightfully demented comedy of errors! So... Where was that amphibian, anyways?
Blood Daisy said to Dances With Moths whilst squirming mischievously, "Hey-yah, bunnykins? You want-want to drink a ...whole... bucket of fresh goat milk again, don'tcha? Hmm?!"
The huge, and adorably naïve, 6-legged rabbit hunkered down sheepishly before timidly nodding her assent.
As for Squiggles, the apex predator looked all kinds of confused! Blood Daisy was planning mischief. Obviously. Which could mean fun-fun-fun OR cry-hurt-pain!
Blatantly trying to look, um, Mature & Authoritative, Blood Daisy stood a little taller whilst sticking her chest out... Immediately, Squiggles purred loudly, whilst Dances With Moths had a hysterical giggle fit.
{The faun! Eyes flashing lightning! Snorting great gouts of fire! Geysers of ebon smoke spewing out of her ears!} Translation: Blood Daisy was perturbed.
Suddenly, Squiggles buzzed ferociously. All of the goats began to scatter. Squiggles bugled through her blowhole. The cowered goats halted, and then hunkered down in place — obviously too terrified to disobey. Squiggles wasn't laying down the law:
• She. Was. THE. Law.
Squiggles relaxed before sauntering over to an equally terrified Blood Daisy. Then Squiggles blatantly stared at Blood Daisy's chest. Then she glanced at several goats. Then she looked more carefully at Blood Daisy's chest before licking her lips with her 5th, gut-sheathed tentacle — the tentacle most adapted for suction.
Blood Daisy suddenly bearhugged Squiggles. Even the goats relaxed.
• Squiggles had unapologetically declared that she rather milk the young faun directly than milk any goat for food. Still. Being compared to goats begged for total retaliation.
•• Seriously.
••• Squiggles was being a total brat.
•••• Come on! They're dairy goats!! Squiggles was so toast!!!
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