His mother had been right. She always told him how the world at large was out to get goats like him, and that it would be better to stay with the herd and live a simple life; but had he listened? Of course he hadn’t.
“Barry! You’re on lookout duty. Fools set us up in the center of a maze”
Barry bleated an affirmative, it wasn’t like Iron Will was listening anyway.
He’d been listening to that idiotic minotaur, though. Very soon he would stop letting himself be used as a doormat. The whole world would know who Barry was!