#our cat is indoor only but presumably we tracked something in

[pishifuzul]

been dealing with a flea situation and the puppy jokes just write themselves at this point

[regressionanxiety]

From Russia With Love (1963)

Time for that second Bond movie y’all! Like last time it is basically me recapping the movie with my own comments thrown in so you know, spoilers (also one for the last season of Designated Survivor, because I’m like that). 

Ah after a brief look through the barrel of the gun we enter the classic Bond cold open for the first time! Bond is playing cat and mouse with a broad shouldered blond in a fancy garden with statues and hedges and shit. The blond man pulls a wire out of his watch and strangles Bond, oh no! Flood lights turn on and we see many men wearing the exact same outfit (black on black, turtlenecks). The man is congratulated on his perfect time (1 min 52 sec). Then we take a look at Bond on the ground, wait, it isn’t Bond? It’s a mask! It is another man, still dead though.

INTROTIME! This time it is the credits projected onto a dancing woman's body (007 of course gets the breasts). The great thing about this franchise is that it will never let you forget just how misogynistic it is. 

This time we start in Venice. We know this because there are canalboats and a big sign that says that we’re at “Venice international grandmasters championship” A chess tournament then, and on the board of the next match is a reminder that we are a long time ago and that czechoslovakia is still a thing (also the indoor smoking), just like on one of the maps we had when I was a kid in school because they couldn’t afford to replace it. Anywhoo, Venice, chess.

Scene change, we’re now in a floating lair (a boat or maybe I should say ship, big yacht?), there’s a small aquarium with fish that eat each other, a white cat being petted by hands attached to a man whose face is not yet revealed who is issuing commands to a russian woman. He/they are SPECTRE of course, our old enemy. She is “number three”, he has a hideous ring with the SPECTRE octopus symbol. Number 5 joins them, he is the Czechoslovakian chess player (Kronsteen???) (who won), together they discuss their evil plan. They are stealing some decoding machine from the Russian in order to do so they need a female from the Russian cryptography section in Turkey and British intelligence, they will of course not know that they are being used. Bonus: They may get revenge for the murder of Dr. No. Number 5 has made it obvious that it is a trap because British intelligence won’t be able to resist it. 

Now we’re back at the estate of the opening scene, where fake Bond was killed. Blond Man is tanning on a blanket, a blonde woman is joining him as a helicopter carrying Number 3 arrives. 

Ah, those lazy bottle bleached days...Nr. 3 is looking for a Grant, ostensibly the Mr. Blond. They walk through the tranining facilites and the guy who met Nr. 3 brags about them using live targets on occasion, because training is well and good, but cannot replace experience. She finds him acceptable. I like Nr. 3, she’s a little subvertive (but of course she is evil *eyeroll*). 

Ah, here appears a Russian woman, presumably the aforementioned “female” Tatiana Romanova (wow, such russian). Nr. 3 has reading glasses thicker than coke bottle bottoms.

Those subtitles say “I will obey your orders” and so she will, otherwise she’d be dead. Nr. 3 is not to be trifeld with. Romanova has been hand picked to be a seductress, to Bond presumably. Who we meet in the next scene, he’s in a boat with a woman, Syliva, who caresses a scar on his back and asks if it is from another woman who was jealous, “yes, but I haven’t turned my back on one since” he replies. We met Sylvia in Dr. No, he had to leave for Jamaica then. Their little outing is interrupted by beeping that means Bond must phone the office, which of course needs him, and so Sylvia doesn’t get quite as much attenton as she wanted, but he makes time for some “lunch”.

Back at M’s office they realize it’s a trap (Nr. 5 was clearly  correct in is analysis of British intelligence), but Bond is intrigued once he sees the picture of the stunning Romanova, of course. 

Enter Q, Bond gets toys this time around! Not just a new gun like last time, now he gets a suitcase with twenty hidden rounds of ammunition, a secret throwing knife, and AR7 folding snipers rifle, .25 caliber with infrared telescopic sight, some hidden 50 gold sovereigns in the handle, a tin of talcum powder that is teargas that will explode if you open the suitcase in the normal way, instead Bond must first turn the catches horizontally, then open normally. Bond thinks this is ridiculous.

Then he says goodbye to Miss Moneypenny with the traditional flirtation that goes nowhere and gets his plane ticket to Istanbul, gives Miss Moneypenny the picture of Romanova and writes “from Russia with love” on it. Oh Bond...

 He lands in Istanbul and someone is following him already, because of course they are, two mustached men as well as the SPECTRE hired Grant. The mustaches are hunagrians hired by the russians according to the driver, “they follow us, we follow them, it’s a sort of understanding we have.”

The driver takes him to Kerim Bey, who says the driver is is son, so are all his top employees because blood is the only thing to be trusted. I think he is in for a rude awakening at some point. Kerim warns him that it is a foolish endeavor and that he should spend a few days enjoying Istanbul and then go home. 

We see Grant again, with someone gagged and bound in the back seat. Bond goes to his hotel, and it’s no dump, he’s in room 32, and it comes wired with bugs, luxurious! Bond asks for a new room because “the bed is to small”, they agree to show him the bridal suite

Meanwhile Grant dumps the car and the body of the man in the back outside the Russian consulate (I think), so that they will suspect the British, and as Nr. 3 says “the cold war in Istanbul won’t be cold very much longer”

The next morning Ali Kerim Bey’s office is bombed as he’s about to have sex with a woman who moaned his name until he put his papers down and gave her attention. She’s a spy for sure, because he’s not that interesting. Bond shows up later and he and Kerim Bey go down under the building, where there is some underground cave/channel and a boat (and rats). 

Kerim Bey has a fuckin telescope under the Russian consulate! He runs through who is who, including the beautiful Romanova. They decide it is best Bond doesn’t go back to his hotel. Now they trick their tail and go visit Kerim Bey’s “Gypises” who he uses “Like the Russians use the Bulgars” this is going to be some racist stereotypical nonsense isn’t it?

Some Russians (one of them they saw in the telescope and is probably the guy who made the mine that blew up Kerim Bey’s office) are up to something, seeing Bond & Kerim Bey’s arrival.

Ah yes, two girls are in love with same man and are threatening to kill each other, it will be settled in the “gypsy way” whatever that is. Kerim Bey and Bond are invited to a table with them “I hope you are good at eating with your fingers,” he tells Bond. Ah, of course, belly dancing, a lil throwback to the intro credits that.

While Bond is being entertained, the Russians are creeping in. Mr. Grant of SPECTRE is also lurking about. The two women who are in love with the same man fights each other, just as one has a bottle over the other’s head the Russians crash the party. Fighting ensues, Bond saunters through with ease, or the secret aid of one SPECTRE agent who needs him alive long enough to aid with the decipher acquisition. Remember Bond has yet to meet Romanova, he’s only been here one night! 

Bond has saved their leaders life, and is now “his son”, and asks if they can’t stop the “girl fight” - Oh Bond, they don’t need you you ass. The man says he can decide. 

They are delivered to his tent and he is told to decide, it fades out to him saying “this might take som time” followed by a Connery smirk (he’s a very pouty man isn’t he? Also he’s in his thirties here...)

Bond and Kerim Bey go to take out the Russian who attacked the, since Kerim Bey has been shot, Bond has brought his little folding rifle. Kerim Bey insists on shooting even though he only has one arm. Bond lets him. There is a secret hatch in the wall, opening in the mouth of a woman who is postered there, ample opportunity for some jokes about her pretty mouth that...

Bond is back at his hotel now, doing the most human thing I’ve seen him do, kick of his shoes. Then he orders breakfast for one at nine, green figs, yogurt and coffee, very black. He slowly undresses and makes his way towards the bathroom, he sniffs something strange in the air. THen he hears thumps. He grabs his gun and goes to check it out, wearing nothing but a towel.

Enter Romanova. Naked, in bed. They greet, he tells her she is beautiful, she tells him she think her (very small) mouth is too big, he thinks it is just the right size and they kiss, or rather he kinda rubs his mouth against her. Really, I never enjoy kissing on screen, but Connery is terrible at it. He asks her for blueprints of the consulate, she promises it, but they will fuck first. She’s got one job, lay back and think of Russia. Nr. 3 & Grant are outside filming. It’s a porn now, I’m sure you can track down a recreation of this as an actual porn somewhere, rule 34 and all that. 

I hope his dick is better than his kisses Ms. Romanova. The next day Romanova and Bond meet at St. Sophia, the Russian’s Ukrainan is following. Tourists are getting a very monotonous tour. Grant takes care of the Ukraininan as she’s about to steal the information left for Bond. 

Bond & Kerim Bey have a chat about how mysterious it was with the Ukraininan, and Bond also says that Romanova will do anything for him, Kerim Bey does not believe that, he’s sure she’s a double agent. Bond says he only wants the dechiffrerer anyway, Kerim Bey asks “is that all?” and they have a chuckle. 

Bond & Romanova meet on a boat, he has a camera that is really a tape recorder and he asks her questions about the decoding machine. She asks if he will make love to her in Englan, he says yes and we see M and the rest of the office listening to the tape. M ends up throwing Miss Moneypenny out of the room, she looks like she’s about to start laughing. She of course can listen in via the intercom at her desk, M. knows this and asks her to send Bond a “cable”. M. gives Bond the go-ahead for the deal over the decoder. Bond tells Romanova it will be on the fourteenth, not the thirteenth, even though it will be.  

Bond walks into the russian consulate, a convenient bomb, set off by Kerim Bey in the tunnels below, causes chaos and he seeks out Romanova and the device. They escape down into the tunnels, but oh no, the rats!

They must go another way than inteded, Kerim Bey leads the way! They escape the Russians aboard a train, but Gran is of course there, they are playing straight into his hands, oh no! Will Bond get out of this pickle? The question should really be will Kerim Bey and Romanova get out of it.

One of the russians got onto the train after all, Benz, and they seek him out, stuff a handkerchief in his mouth and Kerim Bey sits down with him, to keep him company until it is time to get off. Well, that is until Kerim Bey is murdered. Grant of course, but they seem to think the Russian and Kerim Bey did each other in. Bond takes Kerim’s yellow cigarette holder or whatever, and looks sad. He has lost a friend.

 The train trundles past Kerim’s son who is supposed to pick them up along the tracks and he is confuse. Bond takes out his upset on Romaonova, demanding the truth from her. 

At six thirty-three the train arrives in Beograd. Where another of Kerim’s sons await, getting terrible news. Grant is doing his usual lurking about. Bond gives the son Kerim’s items and jumps back onboard. Next stop: Zagreb, where Bond asked someone to meet him, but Grant takes the mans place. They re-board. Bond sends Grant (maquerading as Captain Nash) and Romanova ahead of him to the restaurant wagon. Then proceeds to sneak into Nash’s suitcase. 

During the meal Grant spills Romanova’s drink, refills with a little something extra. Pretty sure Bond sees it, but lets it pass. Romanova feels unwell on the way back. They put her to bed, then Bond puts a gun to Grant, who smooth talks his way out of it, shows Bond a map and stuns him with the handle of his gun (a lot of that going round in this movie). They’re in the same space as the suitcase with the tear gas, and I’m sure Bond is going to get out of this pickle by tricking him to opening it so that the tear gas booms him. 

Now for the villain tells too much talk! yay! I love these, they’re so ridiculous (spoiler for Designated survivor, in season three when Maggie Q’s character is just killed with a comment about how in real life that’s not how it goes, I was howling, and crying as she was the only reason I bothered watching still, very okay with it being cancelled). Bond is being a classist prick as usual and says he should have known since Grant ordered red wine with fish (PS. I’ve drank an entire bottle of cheap red as I watched this, hence the deterioration in uh, quote accuracy and “proper” language). Bond is all “you SMERSH people” smh, but then realizes that, no of course, SPECTRE! Ah, acronym soup.

I still can’t believe this guy is in his thirties here. Anywhoo. Grant says “I don’t mind talking, I get a kick out of watching Mr. Bond finding out what a bloody fool he’s been making of himself. We’re pro’s Mr. Bond.” 1. If you were pro’s you would have shot Bond already 2. I’m sure he’ll use that damn suitcase against you! Grant admits that Romanova doesn’t know she’s working for SPECTRE, that she believes she is doing this for SMERSH. Grant also calls Bond “old man” and who is older? I cannot tell. 

Here we go, Bond tricking him to opening the suitcase by promising him the 50 sovereigns. Fighting time! Here comes Grant’s watch wire, but Bond isn’t so easily offed when he’s real aaaand he off’s Grant with the very same wire. Beautiful. Bond then takes his cash and calls Grant’s body “old man”. I’m ded. 

The train starts hooting, there’s a truck on the tracks. Bond grabs the half conscious Romanova and drags her off the train with him. She falls asleep under a bush. He sneaks around some more, looking to get Grant’s men. He knocks one out, ties him up, throws him in the truck. Then he throws Romanova on a literal (truck) bed of flowers before getting in the truck himself. They’re driving off in the night, then the day. A yellow tailed helicopter, suspiciously like the noe nr. 3 arrived in when she picked up Grant comes at them. Bond runds around and let the helicopter chase him. This is terrible. Alright scenery though.

Bond hides in a convenient rock formation and brings out his rifle again. Guy in helicopter is about to throw down a hand grenade, but Bond and his .25 rifle shots him in the arm so he drops the grenade INSIDE THE HELICOPTER

Once again Bond survives through luck. Now they’ve arrived at a boat (still following Grant’s escape route I guess) and the driver is out of luck, once they’ve reached full speed Bond pushes him overboard. They’re headed for Venice (from Croatia if I’m not mistaken). 

Cut to the floating lair of guy with white cat, where nr. 3 and 5 are meeting with him, and she, of course, gets blamed for the failure, despite having  followed the plan. She says Bond was the reason, but five won’t hear it. That poor cat isn’t being petted right. She thinks she’ll be killed now, but instead guy with cat (number one) gives five a kick with a poisoned blade that came out of his boot. Three is now very keen on getting Bond so she will live. 

 Now Bond is in a boat chase, the chasers shoot out all the fuel barrels. So Bond lets them all plop into the ocean, then makes them go boom with a signal gun. I’m not sure that’s how that works, but okay. They loose their chasers. 

Now we’ve come full circle, back where we started. Venice. Hotel room. Maid shows up, pretty sure it’s number three here to steal something. A time for Romanova to figure out her loyalties. She picks Bond. I must admit I’m a bit sad, three was a good character to root for, but only if she ran her own evil empire.

“James, behave yourself, we are being filmed.”

“Oh, not again.”

THE END. 

except not quote because James Bond will retur in GOLDFINGER. See ya soon Mr. Bond. 

[lokischocolatefountain]

Prologue- To Match Wits

It had happened again. It was 2nd May 2004, an insignificant date for most, but not for Sherlock. Each time it happened, people questioned it but gave up as they moved ahead to mundane tasks of their boring lives. Sherlock had been recording the events of this date every year since 2000 and there was an undeniable pattern- a change in fashion trends, an unusual display of fireworks, smiles of celebration. He couldn't decipher the cause. In his research of every cultural group residing in the country, he'd come up with absolutely no information to quell the mystery.

He sighed at the sight of a peaceful neighborhood and resigned to his armchair, closing his eyes to investigate the file in his head he had allowed for this specific date. The information he'd gathered since midnight flitted by for his scrutiny.

"...Potter didn't even attend," said a man in a large cloak, too warm for this weather.

"They say he got married in secret at the Burrow on-" another man in similar garments replied as Sherlock ran past in pursuit of a criminal.

Potter. It was one of the constants on all 02/05. He'd raked through his database for anyone named Potter, but none of them were relevant enough for consideration. He'd been referred to as 'the boy who lived' a few times, so he guessed that this Potter was young.

Another constant- cloaks. These peculiar behaviors were exhibited by people in those garments. Few dressed normally did too, but none of the cloaked ones seemed to fit in with society.

Must be a cult, he decided. It seemed quite obvious, and Sherlock felt shame course through him for not having arrived at the conclusion earlier. Mycroft smirked at him before being pushed back inside another room of Sherlock's mind palace. With a determined expression, the young man put on his overcoat and walked out of his flat with a determined look.

Once in a cab, he flipped his phone open and punched in a series of numbers to call Tony, a teenager who frequently hacked governments for nothing other than a boost for his ego. Whoever Harry Potter was definitely would have a mobile phone.

They'd narrowed down the long list of Harry Potters to just twelve. There were quite a number of children named Harry Potter, but with Potter as a middle name instead of last. The trend in naming children Harry Potter escalated dramatically in 1981, but only towards the end of the year and more recently in 1998. Must be a famous one, this Harry, he decided. Initially, he thought he could be some pop star, but eliminated the thought because Tony, a fucking teenager, didn't seem to recognize him. It frustrated him to find so much data, but not much information.

His frown turned up into a subtle smirk when he spotted one of the Harrys. He was twenty-four. It was very unusual. The address was fake. On collecting data about his phone signals from the past, he found a peculiar detail. The device couldn't be tracked at specific locations, seemed to disappear only to reappear later in the same spot in which it was last detected.

All the data reeled in his mind uselessly, and he could come up with no conclusion other than SPY. But, a spy wouldn't be famous. That would defeat the purpose. Deciding he wouldn't get anything much from being indoors, he left with his file- yes, a fucking file- to the spot where Harry Potter should be. It was the only case with a physical file. For some reason, Sherlock's past memories about this particular date had been hazy. Like they were deleted, but not completely. Mycroft once again reappeared in his mind to taunt his apparently weak memory and he ignored him once again.

Seven kilometers later, he was stood near a line of houses, right in front of a wall which is the exact geographical location he came for, according to his phone. It was another dead end. It was supposed to be a place beyond which he wouldn't be able to receive calls because of a jammer of sorts. Clearly, he was wrong because John Watson was calling him like he instructed him to at this time and Tony just texted that he could still track his phone.

"Are you on that case again?" Came the annoyed voice of his roommate. He didn't reply. He didn't know why he ever bothered picking up. John was weirdly against him taking this case.

"You have a client here with a case that's at least a six on your crazy scale."

"I remember telling you quite clearly to refrain from disturbing me for anything less than an eight."

"Sherlock, we have no money and need to pay this thing called rent if we have to continue living here. Mrs. Hudson said she'll begin loo-"

John's voice drowned in the background when he heard the door to Number 13 open. He disconnected the call, pocketed his phone, and sent a dazzling smile in the old woman's way.

"Good evening, Ma'am. I'm looking for a Mister Harry Potter. Do you know where I could-"

Before Sherlock could complete his sentence, the woman suddenly fumed with anger, took a few steps ahead and slammed her walking stick against the ground. "I am so done with you cloaked idiots looking for that Harry Potter every day. For the millionth time, I don't know that bastard and if I have to say it again, I swear to God!"

Nothing again, of course. Maybe he should stop following the Harry Potter lead and take up a different one. Privet Drive, Surrey, was reported to have high activity of cloaked people staring at a house swarmed by angry owls. He didn't pay it much attention last year, but it piqued his curiosity by occurring on the same date again.

Cloaked people should appear here as well, considering their presence in the 02/05 areas. Just like he thought, a man clad in a cloak appeared. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Few visible injuries of a violent nature. No visible bullet wound, though. Tortured, perhaps? Bald, but not due to age. Held a position of power, surely. Poised. so, he was from high society.

"Hello, sir. I'm looking for an old friend of mine- Harry. A mutual friend gave me this address," he said, pulling out a scrap of paper with the name of the street on it, but not the door number. He had torn a part of the paper to make it look like there was once a number there.

"Do you happen to know him?"

The man smiled at Sherlock and said, "Yes, of course. And you are?"

He was hiding something. He was good, this man. He could easily hide from ordinary people, but not him. His smile was fake, not far from one of those his brother sent to diplomatic rivals before he rewrote their lives. Sherlock dug deeper in his pocket to check whether his gun was where he kept it. Fear. He didn't have to check it twice, he knew it was there by the weight of his jacket, but his body didn't listen. He was scared, he realized.

"John," he said, opting for a plain name instead of his own memorable one. He almost never used false names, but this was different in every way. His usual norms didn't apply. He had a file for fuck's sake!

"May I know why exactly you're looking for him? I could convey a message."

Sherlock's eyes go blank immediately and he felt a tingle at the back of his head which quickly spread all over his body. His eyes closed for a second and when he opened them, he was stood all alone in the road. In his hands was a file with newspaper clippings of the most bizarre cases ranging from mid-1997 until a few days ago.

There were wet footprints in front of him and their owner had walked towards him from nowhere and disappeared after halting in front of him. Why would anyone deliberately wet their shoes only to take 30 steps and take them off for the rest of their journey? One could argue that the owner could've gotten into a cab, but the angle didn't suggest otherwise.

The man was obviously obscenely rich, seeing that the prints matched none of those Sherlock had stored in his mind and he had a wide collection. Custom made shoes.

Sherlock's situation had the same intriguing quality of those on his file.

As he stood at the beginning of the footprint trail in an alley, he was unprepared for the scene that would play out in front of him. Two men, clad in tattered cloaks appeared out of thin air. Just like the owner of the footprints, he presumed. They smirked at each other at the sight of him.

"Look, Avery! A little snack before our feast," he cackled, lifting a carefully designed wooden stick as though it were a weapon. His comrade did the same.

Sherlock pulled out his gun in lightning speed and removed the safety before pointing it at the two men.

"And it's got a little toy. How adorable!" He cooed while his partner chuckled. Both tall with matching tattoos, wearing similar clothes, shoes from an unrecognizable source, wielding a mysterious weapon. Cult? Secret society? He had an extensive knowledge of both and the features matched none of the groups he knew.

Another figure appeared behind the men and lifted an identical weapon, yelling 'stupefy'. The man in the left froze immediately and fell with a thud, alerting the other who immediately turned back to fight the woman.

Fear was written all over his face, his arm displayed a slight tremor, but he took a stance to defend himself from the attacker.

"Filthy mudblood-"

"Silencio," She said, waving her weapon in a peculiar fashion, causing her opponent to go mute, his lips still moving. A jet of green light shot out of his stick and met an identical green light from the woman's stick.

Neither party seemed to make any progress in the bizarre duel, so Sherlock shot the man's ankle, giving her the slight edge she needed to force the man to the ground.

"Thank you for that," she said, smiling.

"Episkey," she whispered, her weapon removing the bullet and repairing the damage he'd caused with his gun.

"Are you okay?" She asked, but Sherlock remained too stunned to respond. She was in her early 20s, visiting friends by her casual attire, no cloaks like the other suspicious people in his file recently broke up with her boyfriend, has a pet ginger cat-

She lifted the weapon she'd just used to attack and heal and did something that couldn't be classified under either.

"I'm sorry."

[things-with-teeth]

Hi! Okay, SO, the goats.

For someone who is a certified City Girl, I have spent a truly unlikely and borderline distressing amount of time living in the countryside, or in the woods, or in some terrifying mix of the two. I really have no actual objection to fresh air and green shit, but friends, there are so many spiders. The other living thing which such places tend to have in abundance are animals, namely animals of the farm variety. Sometimes, like when I was in Arizona, this meant actual farms with actual farm animals, and somewhere in there is the explanation for how I managed to spend several years shoveling horse poop on weekends in my teens while successfully dodging putting my tender, breakable body on top of a horse until I was in my twenties. (Look, chivalry was actually like 2% about how to treat the ladies and 98% about how not to kill people with your horse, and I know myself, I know my limits, and I have no desire to be unchivalrous, especially since the person most likely to die in any scenario involving a horse is me.)

In my current circumstances, “livestock” is a cunning misnomer for “outdoor pets,” because my landlord has a couple of acres of land and two children. In the ten years I’ve lived here, there have been:

Roughly two hundred dogs. I lost count at a certain point, but dogs are nice.

An Equal Number Of Cats, all of whom are technically indoor animals and none of whom got the memo.

Two ponies that think they are Big Dogs.

Small Dinosaurs, aka chickens.

A small and sweet chicken made of floof, too good and pure for this world, the only chicken without murder in its tiny bird heart, the only chicken I have ever loved.

The Antichrist Is A Bird (…the rooster.)

A turkey????

????a llama?????? I feel like there was a llama at one point, or maybe an alpaca, but honestly that might have been a fever dream.

Goats.

I actually really love the goats, but there are a few VERY IMPORTANT THINGS which one must remember about goats.

Goats are very clever.

Like, seriously, I have never met a paddock that can successfully, indefinitely hold a goat. 

I have legitimately lost track of the number of times I have walked out on my second story, gated porch only to have a goat make significant eye contact with me before pooping everywhere and/or trying to eat my cigarette butts.

Clever does not mean blessed with great foresight.

i.e., the paddock is where the food is and the local predators aren’t.

i.e., just because you can doesn’t mean you should.

At some point during my first couple years living here, my landlord mentioned that their goats had gone missing, and asked that I keep an eye out.

“All of them?” I asked.

“All of them.”

“Huh,” I said, and in retrospect, this should have been my first clue that the goats were not to be meddled with. I can barely muster the strength to crawl out of bed in the morning, they were staging daring midnight escapes in which No Goat Was Left Behind, the goats were clearly out of my league.

A week or so later, I was driving home around sunset when I spotted something by the side of the road about half a mile from the house. Short deer? Alarmingly large raccoons? Confused Sasquatch? No. Goats. Almost definitely my landlord’s goats, just standing there, chilling at the side of the road.

It was then that I made my first tactical error. In my defense, I’m pretty sure that I was in the middle of finals at the time, and therefore incapable of remembering how anything in life other than the coffee pot worked. Had that not been the case, it probably would have occurred to me that the best course of action was to get out of the car and phone my landlord while keeping an eye on the goats, and not do something silly like, say, drive home to tell him they had been spotted, operating under the deeply flawed assumption that the goats, who had already disappeared into the night once when there was a fence to stop them, would not, in fact, move in the time it took me to go home and collect my landlord and landlady.

Needless to say, the goats were no longer by the side of the road when we returned. 

My second tactical error was probably feeling guilty enough about my earlier lapse in judgement that I volunteered to stick around and help, which ultimately became the story of how I ended up alone in a ravine at eleven o’clock in the evening, shaking a mostly empty canister of stove-top oatmeal and yelling ridiculous goat names into the night.

(Thinking back, I don’t know if the goats were ever fed the oatmeal? It seems kind of unlikely, but then again, if there’s one thing I trust in this world, it’s a goat’s ability to figure out and/or assume that something is food, whether it actually is or not, and act accordingly. The oatmeal was probably a sound strategy.)

We had spent literal hours running around after the goats at that point. Sometimes one of us would spot a goat, only to have it evaporate into the all-encompassing shadows like a dream, or a ghost, or a confused Sasquatch. It was very dark, and very cold, and I was at that point feeling very much like That One Girl In The First Five Minutes Of A Horror Movie. I was walking through the woods in deeply inappropriate footwear at almost midnight, looking for a lost pet, and this was clearly not going to end well for me.

If you were wondering, cannibals seemed like the most likely scenario. Like, werewolves, maybe, if I was lucky, but realistically, cannibals.

The goats would probably have eaten what was left of me once the cannibals were done. Traitors.

You can  imagine about what my reaction was when two dudes in a pickup pulled up next to me as I walked along the side of the (dark, abandoned, completely devoid of streetlamps) road.

“Hey,” one of them said. “Hey.”

I considered running for the woods, but see above re: impractical footwear, and also I am a smoker and my lung capacity is not the best. I decided that if I was going to die, cooked into a stew by cannibals, as now seemed to be inevitable, I would die as I had lived: never having felt sufficiently motivated to move faster than a slow jog.

“Are you looking for some goats? They’re walking along the side of the road down the hill.”

I thanked the nice not-cannibals and went down the hill, where the goats were chewing placidly at the delicious side-of-the-road grass and very much acting like they hadn’t spent the last several hours playing hide-and-go-fuck-yourself in the woods. “Who, us????” they seemed to ask. “You must be thinking of some other goats?? We have been here the whole time, innocently gnawing on grass???????? Like goats do?”

I had learned my lesson. I stood with the goats and bellowed until someone came sprinting to my aid, as they would not have done had I been set upon by cannibals instead of finding their lost livestock. 

“Oh, R, she was such a nice girl,” they would have said later. “So brave, sacrificing her young body to those cannibals so that our goats might live. Alas.”

We got the goats bundled into the truck and drove home, which is when I made my third tactical error, which was staying in the truck with the last remaining baby goat, to like, keep him company or something, so he wouldn’t be lonely, I do not fucking know, it makes no sense, I did this to myself and I am aware that everything that happened afterward was a direct result of my own hideously poor judgement.

Some important things to note:

While my landlord’s kids were by then in their early teens, the truck still had child locks on it.

Being in his early teens, my landlord’s son did not have keys to the truck.

My landlady had locked the truck before they had taken the rest of the goats down to the paddock, presumably so that I would not become That One Girl In The Last Five Minutes Of A Horror Movie, who thinks that she’s safely home only for surprise!cannibals to come ‘round to set up the hook for the sequel.

My landlord’s son came around to collect the final goat. He pulled on the door handle. I pulled on the door handle. The door did not open, but the car alarm did start going off.

The goat, very understandably, started screaming. The goat remembered that there was actually another living thing trapped inside the noise box for it to scream at, turned to me, screamed some more, and then made significant eye contact immediately before peeing on me, and the truck, and the world.

When my landlady finally returned and released me from my loud and urine-soaked prison, I may have looked at her and asked, very seriously, “Have you considered animal sacrifice as a lifestyle choice?” I might have. Maybe. I don’t remember.

The goat was fine. I was forever changed, and also needed to change, because there was goat pee on my clothing. The end.

[alexamartin1992]

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