“Oh, hello…” A Bitty Goat Frisk was playing with a small little stick as she looked up at you. “I’m a Bitty Goat Frisk.” She tilted her head to the side curiously. “Are you… Here to adopt me? And, take me home?” She asked you quietly. “I want a home. And a name too.” The Bitty Frisk said shyly. Her tail wagged a little bit. “I really love strawberry macarons, and vanilla ice cream.” She said in a soft voice.