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(continued from part twenty-one)
It is a hard life in the goat universe, but as time passes, team Z-WOLF learns to adapt. They sow their goatseeds in summer under the hot goatsun, then harvest the goatwheat and goatatoes in the fall. In the winter they huddle around their goatfires while the goatflakes fall outside, and in the spring they laugh under the goatblossoms while the goatshowers wash the goatfields clean.
Eight goatyears pass. Grapper is no longer the swordsman he once was, but he can harvest an entire field with his goatsickle in just a few minutes, and in the goat universe that is enough.
One day Amelia carries a bundle of goatflax up the horn of the goathill near their hut to make an offering to the goatgoat. As always, the goatgoat is there watching over them and chewing—benevolently or ambivalently, Amelia has never been able to tell. As she places the goatflax at his feet she sighs and says, "sometimes, I just wish I could get home."
The goatgoat stops chewing and stares at her and says, "Why didn't you ask?"
Amelia jumps back. "Would asking do any good? Aren't you just a goat?"
"I'm not a goat. I'm a goatgoat."
"I thought that coming here was the end."
"There are no goatends, only goatbeginnings."
"…but," Amelia says, "if I could go back to the beginning, would I do it differently?"
"Even the smallest change can make the difference," the goatgoat says. "And if not, then when we speak here again, you will be that much wiser."
Amelia clasps her hands. "Alright, then. Please, give us the chance to do it all again."
THE BEGINNING.
(continued in part twenty-three)
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