[ he has found them! the baby goats! there are so many of them. he feels moderately overwhelmed. the urge to beckon them closer, to reach out and touch their soft baby goat coats, to chase and be chased around a big open field ... ah. it would be so nice. a very nice thought indeed.
instead, once he's found them, he's leaning against the small wooden fence and just. watching. a small hint of a smile on his face, appreciating the cuteness. oh, even the thought of holding a little baby chick, a small baby bunny! how delightful it must be! ]
They're very small. [ smaller than he was anticipating. his fingers twitch - should he pet them? his left arm spasms, sparks. he might frighten them. ] How do you hold them? [ the bunnies ... or the goats ... you know either or. ]
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instead, once he's found them, he's leaning against the small wooden fence and just. watching. a small hint of a smile on his face, appreciating the cuteness. oh, even the thought of holding a little baby chick, a small baby bunny! how delightful it must be! ]
They're very small. [ smaller than he was anticipating. his fingers twitch - should he pet them? his left arm spasms, sparks. he might frighten them. ] How do you hold them? [ the bunnies ... or the goats ... you know either or. ]