charlotte, 20, a posh intellectual assbutt,
charlotte, 20, a posh intellectual assbutt,
THE GOOSE AND THE GOAT ONCE LIVED HAPPILY IN THE REALM OF GOOSEGARD. ONE DAY THE GOOSE DECIDES TO TAKE A WALK DOWN TO THE FORBIDDEN BARN WHERE HIS GOOSE DAD ONCE LOCKED AWAY A LOT OF BAD ANIMALS. THE COLDE AND LOST ANIMALS. THE GOAT DID NOT LIKE THIS, BUT HE WENT A LONG ANYWAY. ALL THE BAD ANIMALS HAD THE SAME HORNS AS THE GOAT. WEIRD THE GOAT THOUGHT. WHY DO I HAVE HORNS AND NOT GOOSE? DAD SAID THE HORNS WAS THE ONE THING THAT MADE ME EXTRA SPECIAL. WAS THIS A LIE? AM I NOTHING BUT A SAD LONELY CRUEL ANIMAL? NOT A BEAUTIFUL (BUT SMALL WINGED) GOOSE? AM I NOT WORTHY?
- by charlotte
