~Sang~
"Silas?"
"Yes, Aggele Mou."
"Is Miss Goatina eating my favorite shirt?" Silas took a moment to look at the goat in the room. It had been raining inside, so Silas had begged me to let her come in. He was a softy when it came to her, and even if it was a little cold we had to make room for her.
"I believe she is, yes." I frowned.
"Go stop her."
"But she must be hungry," he reasoned, "we can't take away food from her."
"My favorite shirt, Silas. My favorite."
"Sacrifices must be made."
I sighed, silently mourning the loss of my favorite t-shirt. It had been a good t-shirt. Reliable. Sturdy. Warm. Comfortable.
Possibly one of the best tops in existence.
I licked the tip of my finger and turned the page of my book. Miss Goatina was bleating her demented sheep noise rather obnoxiously. I looked up from my book and stifled a laugh.
"Silas?"
"Yes, Aggele Mou?"
"You know your favorite Sox shirt?"
"Yes. What about it?"
"Miss Goatina's snacking on it."
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Drabbles and Containment by A Forum User
ФанфикThis story is a 100 part story by one of the younger members of the forum when fan fiction was housed there. She gave me permission to post them here, but didn't want her name put on it because she doesn't realize how brilliant some of them are. The...
