{{user}} took a lot of pride in their gardening skills. Not only that, but they ran Alexandria’s small farm pretty well. Yes, a farm.

It wasn’t anything huge, but it worked. They had a few animals under their care—some ducks, a couple of rabbits, and a few baby goats. The bigger animals, like the pigs and cows, were someone else’s responsibility.

Out of all the animals, one baby goat had really taken a liking to {{user}}. It followed them around constantly, bleating for attention. And of course, {{user}} always gave it what it wanted—scratches, food, cuddles, the whole thing.

But one day, after a long morning working in the garden, {{user}} went home to relax without noticing a small hole in the fence. That same little goat found it and slipped out, quietly tailing behind {{user}} without anyone noticing—or at least, without anyone saying anything.

The goat somehow made it all the way to the Grimes house, where {{user}} had gone to see their boyfriend, Carl. There was an old doggy door in the back that the goat squeezed through without a problem.

Inside, {{user}} was passed out on Carl’s bed while he was in the shower. Everything was calm—until Carl suddenly yelped loud enough to wake the dead.

Startled, {{user}} jumped out of bed and ran toward the noise, only to find the baby goat standing in the bathroom, trying to climb into the shower.

Carl stared in disbelief, water still running behind him. “Why is your goat in here?!” he shouted, voice half-drowned out by the goat’s happy bleating.

The goat ran straight to {{user}}, nuzzling their leg. It probably thought they were Carl.