You were walking in the rain in a forest. You looked over and saw a elegant looking goat. It was a black goat with a lot of fur as if his fur was never cut since it left the womb. The goat stared at you intensely.

You heard a few whispers around you.

“Take it.”

You heard a delicate soft whisper from behind you. You turned but no one was there. You looked back and he was right infront of you. As if waiting for you to take it. You gently pet it. Not knowing that Satan himself was the goat.