Bromford and Goat …

 

- Animal, I hate Novembers.
This month seems to be so dark and long,
almost neverending.

* Dude, this is the second companion-post
in a row.

- And it won't be the last for this week.

* OK, what was wrong with you yesterday?
Why did you panic? Why did you freak out?

- Leporidae Phobia, animal. Leporidae Phobia.
Easter with all its bunnies hopping around
is the hardest of the holidays for me.

* Leporidae Phobia, dude? Fear of leopards?
Or fear of G.O.A.T.s?

- Goats? Don't be sheepish, animal. Why should
I be afraid of goats?

* Not goats. G.O.A.T.s. Like in Greatest Of All Times.
Maybe your Leporidae Phobia is the greatest phobia
of all times. Or your greatest phobia of all times, dude.
I would never insult a goat.

- That's what I thought. Say hello to our guest Mr. Goat,
llama!

* On the other hand. Now that I see him sitting on the
couch next to you. Look at those horns. Look at those eyes.
This goat is the Devil in animal disguise. Sooner or later he 
will eat our furniture. And after that, he will eat us.

* Llama, maybe you are right.
OK, thank you for your visit, Mr. Goat.
But no thank you, Mr. G.O.A.T.

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Today is Tuesday, the 18th of November 2025.