If Mabel had known that leaving a little gate open would mean one of her Grandfathers beloved goats would go for a walk, then she might have rethought it... although, then again, she probably would not close it and encourage the other one to go as well and would certainly would not have volunteered to go and find the creature. Yet here she was, search high and low in the town for it.

After what felt like forever she had made her way to the market, and decided to stop and have a look at the things in the stands. The goat would turn up sooner or later....

The sooner it seemed as she heard yelling from the next stand over. So there was the bloody thing... eating some poor women’s clothes. Mabel herself had already lost a jacket to the beasts. She walked over rather swiftly and couldn’t help the laugh. “It will not listen” she said to the lady, her French accent still rather strong.