Atlas: Mozzie, I heard you met a goat at the wine event for Satyre.
Rico: He didn’t say he met a goat. He said he met The Goat.
Mozzie: That’s right. I met him first thing when we arrived. He was the first one I met when I got out of the car.
Atlas: Did he smell funny? I heard goats smell funny.
Rico: Where did you hear that?
Mozzie: He didn’t smell funny. He was wearing a cool hat.
Atlas: Wait. I didn’t know goats wore hats.
Rico: Goats don’t wear hats. The Goat wears a hat.
Mozzie: And he was nice to me. He even pet me.
Atlas: What?? You let a goat pet you? With his hooves?
Rico: He doesn’t have hooves.
Mozzie: Nope. A hat, but no hooves.
Atlas: What happened to his hooves?
Rico: He never had hooves.
Mozzie: The Goat doesn’t need hooves.
Atlas: What does he walk on?
Rico: His feet.
Mozzie: He was wearing shoes.
Atlas: But…what? A goat was wearing a hat and shoes? Are you sure you didn’t do more than just sniff that wine?
Rico: It wasn’t A goat. It was THE goat.
Mozzie: As in the girl and the goat, like they talk about on the Satyre website.
Atlas: You mean the goat is a person? Like Nicole?
Rico: Kind of like that.
Mozzie: Yes. His name is Ted.
Atlas: OK. I feel better that you didn’t let a goat pet you with his hooves.
Rico: I’m glad we cleared that up for you.
Mozzie: I still like Nicole more. She was the one who invited me.