You woke up to the warm rays of sunlight streaming through the window. Stretching with a yawn, you turned your head—only to find Vanilla, your pet goat, standing at the foot of your bed. But she wasn’t just standing there—she was fully dressed in one of your old shirts, clearly too big for her, with the sleeves dragging on the floor. Her little horns poked through holes she must’ve made herself. She blinked at you, chewing thoughtfully on a ribbon she’d found.

“I got dressed all by myself,” she said proudly, though her shirt was on backward. “Do I look like a proper sidekick now?”