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It was a warm, hay-scented evening in the sleepy village of Gruffendale, where even the dandelions swayed like they were dancing to a rhythm only goats could hear. The meadow was alive with excitement—lanterns flickered like fireflies above the crowd, and everyone, from bleating toddlers to gray-whiskered billy elders, buzzed with anticipation. It was finally happening. The Maaaad Seeds were coming home.
Rows of hoof-polished cloven-stone paths led to the ancient hilltop stage—The Horned Amphitheater—where legends once grazed and thundered. Fans in denim vests, tie-dyed wool, and custom hoof bracelets swayed in pre-show bliss, munching alfalfa popsicles and sipping fermented thistle water from hollowed-out squash mugs. The mood was pure euphoria. Almost... too pure.
“Shear joy, isn’t it?” cooed Lady Butterhorn to her companion, nibbling delicately on a thistle blossom.
“Absolutely,” replied Sir Hayward Crunchington, flicking his tail. “But something feels... off. Like the calm before a hooficane.”
No one spoke of the last time a show this big came to Gruffendale—of how the amplifiers screamed so loud they cracked the salt licks, how the mosh pit spiraled into a full-on stampede, and how one particularly intense riff summoned a swarm of wild bees from the eastern holler. That was years ago, of course. Ancient history. Surely, this time would be different.
A low hum vibrated through the grass, rattling molars and ruffling beards. The lights dimmed. A single spot shone on the fog-blanketed stage. A silhouette appeared—four horns, two sunglasses, and a guitar shaped suspiciously like a garden rake. The crowd erupted in bleats of joy.
“Gruffendale!” came the thunderous voice from the stage. “We are the Maaaad Seeds. We came to rock your horns clean off.”
Goats reared. Hooves clashed. A tambourine burst into spontaneous flame.
“But be warned,” growled the lead singer, stroking a suspiciously evil-looking goatee. “Tonight... we bring all of the chaos of a goat, none of the electric fence control.”
The lights snapped off.
The crowd screamed.
And while it seemed all fun and games now, some of the goats couldn't shake a feeling that the meadow would never be the same again.
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