The Old Goat

Goatlady, as the children called her, admires the abundant flowers of her Mega Gogoat while she leads him into the barn. His steps are careful and slow due to his age, and his horns are chipped in several places but remain sturdy. "Easy does it, Victory." she pointlessly requests, as the greedy old goat knocks over the bucket of berries she had set out for him. "Anyone would think you had been starved all this time." she jokes to him. Many Skiddos and Gogoats are resting here, already bedded down for the night. It is part of the daily routine which Goatlady thoroughly enjoys. As the golden sun bathes the farm in it's dimming light, she ensures each of her herd are fed, healthy and safe. -==- She leans back in her rocking chair, ready to relax after another long day tending to the Pokemon in her ranch. Her joints ache more than they used to, and they seem to creak as much as the oaken mountain cabin she lives in. The warmth of the fire is soothing, and she watches the flames licking at the hearth, but a disturbing choir of howls lifted Goatlady to her feet! "Rooooooooooc!" In fear for her new herd, she grabbed her scarf from a peg on the wall and coiled the green wool around her neck, while her bare feet sprinted along with the midnight chimes of the Grandfather Clock. There was no time to prepare anything! The barn door swung on its hinges, covered in claw marks. Several Skiddos were fleeing into the pasture, trying to keep up with the Nanny Gogoat that was leading their charge. A pair of Rockruff were excitedly nipping at each other as they chased after the terrified goats. Goatlady ran to the open building, standing in the doorway as her heart pounded - She had only bought this farm last week and had barely begun working with her new Pokemon. They weren't even named! Inside was a Lycanroc; Midnight forme if she wasn't mistaken. Her Gogoat was cornered, yet spurred on at the appearance of his new Trainer. He showed infinite bravery by lowering his horns to tackle. A pair of vines lashed at the Lycanroc, despite the shower of rocks that were launched and chipped away at those impressive horns of his. A strong bite to the Gogoat's grassy pelt. Another tackle, this time causing the wild beast to faint. She awoke suddenly, now accutely aware of the soft crackle from a smouldering log in the fireplace, and the last wisp of steam from a tepid cup of tea. These were comfortable times.

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My submission for a Short Story Competition. Topic: A day in the life of a Pokemon Trainer.