"Errol! Dinners on the table when your done feeding the goats."
Yes, that was my life. Goat feeding. I used to be a stockbroker at Wall Street, and now I feed the goats, hoping to earn a measly amount of money, just to buy something for myself.
Snap.
What?
Crack.
I drop the goat feed and walk over to the gate.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Creak.
"Hallo?"
Something shimmered in midair.
"Someone there?"
A dark shape retracted.
"Who's there?"
BANG!
