Buckwheat nibbled on a funnel cake he'd stolen out of the grubby hand of an inattentive toddler. The powdered sugar coated his muzzle and made him sneeze.
It was a cute sneeze, of course. Because Buckwheat was the cutest goat at the whole fair. Just ask him!
Funnel cake was not only the quintessential fair food, but the perfect food for thought. There were a lot of those rattling around in Buckwheat's brain. The utter chaos of the previous night had left him reeling and queasy, although some of that might have been attributed to gluttonous consumption of fried food on sticks and beverages he swiped sips of. Perhaps those had contributed to him waking up in the wrong stall that morning, but he doubted it. He'd heard the sounds of doors smacking the wall as they opened and the shouts of fair personnel trying to get animals back into stalls.
"Who let the dogs GGOATS out?!"
"Who! Who!! Who!!!"
"We'll figure out where they belong later, let's just get them in a spot now"
Someone knew. But it wasn't Buckwheat. No one else seemed preoccupied with what had happened though, they just shrugged it off as another crazy day at the fair. It is the Great GGOAT Get Together, after all. Anything could happen.
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Kronk hardly had time to look up from the inkwork he'd been slaving away at all day. He hadn't entered the talent show in time and couldn't demonstrate his remarkable capacity for talking to squirrels, but the fine arts competition was always hotly contested. Plus, that took place in the air conditioning, which was always a perk!
He sucked on a frozen cider freezy-pop as he worked. He wasn't sure where the inspiration for his drawing had come from, but he just knew that tutu-bedazzled goats would be the ticket. As the public milled about in the building, his stunning creation went woefully underappreciated.
Such is the case with greatness.
Though the public not getting art wasn't unexpected, the hostile reaction to it was. In fact, it seemed like they couldn't see the soft, sweet soul behind those swoleceps. They remembered his days with Yzma. You know the days. The days with the poison. The poison for Kuzco, the poison chosen especially to kill Kuzco. Kuzco's poison. That poison? That poison. But Kronk emphasized repeatedly that those days were behind him. He was a changed man. He just wanted to peacefully coexist with his squirrel friends.
He'd known he had a limited chance, and limited time for the fair, but he'd had big hopes to match his big heart.
On to greener pastures: @mkg323, DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW, village conversation maker and friend next door @Viscernable, Kronk, village lighter of fires
also please note that the mod in charge of flavor forgot we are doing silly role descriptions because we're hilarious and thus mkg's role has been adjusted in the writeups. This is not indicative of anything other than a dumb dog.
Through the night an awful sound kept everyone awake, a cry full of mourning, and a call for vengeance. It told of horrors to come. It hinted at time running out. It carried the weight of a tick(tick tick tick)ing bomb.
Bleeeaat. Bleeeaat. BLEEEEEAAAT. AHHHHHHHHH.
The diseased goat from the previous day tilted its head in answer, and scraped the side of its face against a fence post. Yes. It was time.
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Buckwheat yawned and stretched his lil' goat leggies. He'd had a good night's sleep and gotten some much-needed rest after the utter chaos of the night before. His stall felt that much more comfortable, more like home, when it was truly his. The shavings just felt a little softer. The air was cleaner, though still smelled of the tasty treats of the fair. The belly full of cotton candy that Buckwheat went to bed on, and resulting sugar crash after he was MANIC!GGOAT!!! for a few hours, had allowed him to sleep soundly.
He was looking forward to another day at the fair. Perhaps today, he'd sample the fried pickles - the plain ones AND the ones stuffed with cream cheese, even though he knew those burned people's mouths. Or maybe it was more of a cheese curds day. Who was to know! It would all depend on what he was able to snatch out of the hands of inattentive fairgoers.
While Buckwheat had snuggled into his shavings and let his big brown eyes close, the night had been bustling. Entrants scrambled to finish their entries for the fine arts competition. Others were baking their best goods, hoping to win the purple ribbon in the agricultural building. One spent the entire night contemplating a giant pumpkin in the vegetable section, trying to guess how much it weighed. More than a goat, that was for sure.
Another small goat friend had slept soundly, for his work had been done since the first night of the fair. He was a master of mischief and a troublemaker at his home farm, constantly getting into things. His favorite trick in recent days was opening doors and gates - letting other animals out for a romp around the farm always amused him, and he'd known that a romp around the vast fairgrounds would be even better. Indeed, it was better - the chaos was so intense that even in skimming the next day's fair briefing, no one seemed to understand what had happened - though everyone knows that while you hold the paper up to look as if you're perusing it, no one actually reads those. But choreographing such a massive maelstorm of cloven-hoofed chaos took a lot out of a guy, and he needed his rest.
He was sleeping so soundly that he never saw it coming.
On to greener pastures: @mkg323, DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW, village conversation maker and friend next door @Viscernable, Kronk, village lighter of fires @Clem J, Generic Goat Role, village RELEASE THE GGOATS 1x mass stall swapper
You have been summoned here to answer the threat of werewolves. Our goat kingdom stands on the brink of destructions; none can escape it. We will unite or we will fall. Each goat is bound to this fate, this ONE DOOM. Bring forth the yeets, Frogoato.
I'm hoping that @SportPonies will be willing to share about the wolf tell she was able to search up so that we can figure out if it's potentially viable. I think reading old games might be useful, but I can barely do the reading I need to do for school and I just don't see myself going that route.
maybe that explains the mkg kill if it was some kind of mass redirection
