Green Eggs and Ham Season Three: The Last Serving

Episode Seven: Friends in High Places(pt. 4)

*Finally, I'm done with this final part. Anyways, I'm hoping you guys will be enjoying it before I go on my trip to see my sister. This is published on May 23, 2020. Hopefully, I'll come back from the trip with more ideas and more stories to tell. So, stay tuned. If you like this part, please give it a vote and/or comment. That would be greatly appreciated. I hope you all have a blessed day! The song used in this is called 'Memories' by Maroon 5. Enjoy!*

Goat, Michael, and Jean stood outside of the bar called Darrell's bar. In front of the bar on one side, there were parked motorcycles lined up horizontally. On the other side, there was a window that had been broken by a dirty pink-furred short man tumbling out of the bar. The man ran around the bar, hollering like a hooligan.

Goat glanced over at Michael and Jean, with Jean perched on the fox's shoulder. "These guys are tough and mean. Stay by me and you'll do fine."

"You said that you had a bad reputation in the bar," Jean questioned, raising his finger up to make a point.

"Yes, I do. That's why it's more likely that they will go after me than you both. Stay by me and whatever you do...don't look at them in the eye," Goat warned both of them. "You got it?"

"Oui!" Jean responded with a nod.

Goat shifted his glance up at Michael, who seemed nervous about going into the bar full of nutjobs.

"Michael?" Goat called out softly, causing the fox to look at him. "Are you ready to find him?"

Michael bit his bottom lip while breathing in deeply. He exhaled slowly and nodded his head with determination. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Goat faced the swinging doors of the reeky bar. "Then, let's go."

Goat and Michael entered the bar with their sights locked ahead of them. Goat and Michael slowly ambled their way through the bar. On their way through the bar, Michael noticed the men glaring at them. One of the men with a disgusting yellow fur slammed the shot glass against his head after he took a shot while glaring at the fox. Michael averted his gaze back ahead as they approached the front counter.

Goat noticed the buff looking dark pink-furred bartender having his back turned with one arm being replaced as a gun with a sharp tip at the end, almost like it's for designing tattoos.

"Hey, we're looking for someone named Daniel Stargood," Goat implemented with a serious stare up at the bartender. "Do you know anyone named Daniel Stargood?"

The buff bartender turned around to face Goat, wearing an eyepatch to indicate his missing eye with the star symbol. He had an aggressive glare with a gold medal tooth at the top front row of his crooked teeth. He had a small tattoo with words written in red that read: "Stargood".

"Yer lookin' at him," the bartender, Daniel Stargood, answered sternly while picking up a glass mug and spat in it. He wiped the mug clean with his cloth. "What da ya want, sheep?"

"I ain't no sheep, compadre," Goat corrected Daniel, hardening his gaze at the bartender.

"Oh, I forgot, yer Goat. A world-class animal poacher and bounty hunter," Daniel pointed out Goat's past with a toothy grin.

"That's in the past, amigo. However, it's your recent crimes that I'm concerned with," Goat answered with a low growl.

Daniel chuckled wryly with his brow raised. "Recent crimes?"

"A young fox named Dylan was arrested for stealing eggs from farmers. He had that sweet tattoo on his paw that might be a clue of who he worked for," Goat explained, seeing that his explanation was sinking into the skull of Daniel Stargood while Goat smirked. "He told us that the tattoo was made by you. However, he wouldn't tell us who he worked for. We like to ask you a couple of questions in private, Senor Stargood."