: The goat, contentedly, stood in the barn; gently bleating softly off the wooden walls. The hay bale it nibbled was warm and fluffy, and they had fresh straw in them. The walls were small and there was gaps in them which streamed in small beams of light and cast filters of sunlight on the barn floor down below. Peaceful though the quiet tendrils of the barn’s caress, the goat’s eyes play with the space, scanning it occasionally upwards to watch the chickens scurry about.
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