Book 2: Chapter 504: Error

Book 2: Chapter 504: Error

A few days prior to Peter and Company leaving for Kinshasa

The cats were stalking about again. They did that whenever Bran cleaned the kitchens. And Bran was cleaning the kitchens a lot recently.

She willingly expended the energy to keep them away. A simple charge with her horn and some angry screaming did the trick. While they were useful for dealing with those awful rats, they also stunk, and tended to pee on everything. Her servants didnt appreciate that.

They were also quite stupid. Penelope wasnt quite sure why, but most other four-legged people were quite a bit dumber than her. Especially the other goats, who only ever seemed interested in food and procreation. At least the cats had a proper attitude.

She had better things to do, like keep watch over her home, and taste test beer.

Kitchen cleaning also meant more snacks for her, of course. She did so like snacks. Especially since Bran had taken over the kitchen. Annie, bless her heart, just wasnt quite up to snuff.

Penelope the Five-Hundred-and-Fourth, most recent of her name, examined the bowl of goat food before her. It was also not quite up to snuff. It mostly looked like simple grains and greens. Her bowl had been a bit empty recently, and her beloved beer was difficult to come by. That traitorous Richter had been encouraging a healthy diet.

She was a goat!! A round belly was fetching!

A problem for later. Perhaps she could corner him at some point and have a chat.

Oy, Penelope! Peter loomed over her, holding a set of chewed up socks. Did you eat these?

Cor I did, govna. Whatcha gonna do about it? She bleated in reply. Shed found them quite tasty, with the added flavour of constant use. Fine wool with thick leather; much better than Johnssons horrid metal-armoured things. That dwarf was right collar and puff, he was.

She and Peter glared at each other for another full minute, until Richter passed by. Peter, are ya makin da love-eyes wit Penelope?

Peter spun around and shook his fist. That jokes gettin old! She ate my socks! MY SOCKS!

Ooooh, lovers tiff? Aqua joined in.

Peter groaned and slumped down onto his hindquarters.

Penelope walked over and laid a hoof on his knee. Keep it up, cove, she maahed. Dont be such a whiny wanker.

Aww thanks, Penelope. Peter scratched behind her ears where she really liked it, and her hoof beat involuntarily. I forgive you, but only because youre so cute.

She permitted the indignity only because the one known as Peter was in her good graces at the moment. And because she was indeed so cute! With her shining white fur and perfectly straight horn, she was the envy of all the other unigoats.

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Penelope surveyed her space, then returned to staring at the odd thing in the corner of her vision. Itd appeared during the sandy hooves incident after shed been so horrifically assaulted by that jerk. It was a blue box covered in a bunch of strange squiggles, and when she looked at them, they seemed to speak within her mind.

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Then had come the news of the contest, and the rules for it. Hed been struck by a terrible, marvelous idea. Hed pitched it to Icewhite, and shed agreed. Maniacally agreed.

And so, on the day of the contest, hed carried a musk that he knew drove goats wild. When Penelope entered, hed doused himself with it, and then waited to watch the show.

A show that had consisted of a goat saying horrible things about his mother, demeaning his intellect, and then shitting in his general direction.

And then Icewhite had a change of heart and tossed him out of her brewery!

No thank you! No NOTHING!

Yes, he was done. He would go back home and admit to his family that he was wrong. He would live the life of a humble, but respectable, [Goatboy].

He reached the end of the alleyway and prepared to head down Main Street and out of town.

That was the exact moment a shape appeared from nowhere in front of him.

He stared at the white unigoat, stupefied. Where had she come from? He had a bonus to spotting goats and he hadnt seen her... Wait, she looked like!

Penelope the Five-Hundred-and-Fourth lowered her head. Eat a prick, ya smarmy git! she bleated.

Everything went white. Then black.

Has anyone seen Penelope? Peter asked from the brewroom floor.

Aye, shes napping in yer office, Johnsson said.

She looks right proud of herself, Aqua noted. And she has her bowl. Did someone give her some beer?

There was a general chorus of no, and Aqua frowned. That fuzzbutt! Ill go hide it again.

Eh, just leave it fer now, Peter said. Shes probably stressed from all the movin. Therell be plenty of opportunities to diet when we get ta Kinshasa.

Richter nodded. Aye. Leave da princess alone.

Aqua frowned. You pushed this diet in the first place, Richter. I just dont want her getting used to misbehaving.

Pete shrugged. Shes just a silly goat. How much trouble could she get into?

In the office, Penelope snuggled into the small pile of socks shed snuck off with and sipped some Liquid Gold from her bowl. What a glorious day.