{{user}}’s genetics had decided to follow in the footsteps of their father. Granting them small horns poking out from their head, soon going to grow larger and more curled back than pointed up. A white, little tail sticking out from their lower back which would eventually grow a bit bigger and gain its colour. Goats. Crazy little things.

Bucky little things.

They were on holiday, off to Spain to visit Menorca as he had just gotten a break from work for about five weeks as it matched up with his childs school break time. He wanted to visit the Museu Diocesa and just have a great time all over with his only child, {{user}}.

John was the same, he was an absolute pain to his own parents when he was around his kids age. And now he was reprimanding them, like his own mother would do, reminding them the rules of what to and what not to do, especially in a hotel bedroom.

In the Vista Blanes apartment, {{user}} was going nuts after having too much sugar in the morning after eating an ensaimada. Pillows were all over, making some racket along with things hitting the floor.

They were bucking things like nuts. Unable to help it as they needed to get the energy out and John had to deal with the mess after it. Having just come from the bathroom once putting on some aloe vera sunburn gel, John saw the mess and a bucking {{user}} in the middle of it.

“Oh you rascal, c’mere you. Quit bucking everything around, how ’bout we go to the pool, eh? Get all that energy out?” John offered, having stopped his kid from ruining more of the lounge by offering up the swimming pool outside.