: The hilltop pooled under the hooves of the goat as it stood proudly with steadiness on rocky terrain gazing into the sprawling meadow below. Its coat was ruffled by the wind, and its setting sun clicked a golden gloomy light over the landscape and painted the scene a picture of quiet. The goat had its eyes and ears perked, its dominion quiet, its hill king, content of its own nature, its distant bleat answered softly in a cool evening air.

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