The two goats staggered slightly after knocking noggins. Fortunately for the two youngsters, they were pretty experienced at butting heads and no serious damage was done.
Billy blinked, startled. “Where am I?” he asked.
William opened his mouth to answer but screamed instead as six kilograms of angry tabby sank its claws into his rump. The cat was screaming too. Confused, and not wanting to be left out, Billy joined in.
William frantically bucked as hard as he could but the cat had a tight grip with her claws and refused to let go. With each kick of his back legs, William felt the claws tighten and the pain increase but he could not calm himself down enough to stop.
“Help me!” he wailed at his brother.
Billy, however, was frozen rigid barring his head, which was involuntarily bobbing up and down in time with his bouncing brother. “I don’t know what to do!”
“Anything!” cried William.
Bereft of any better ideas, Billy resumed screaming. As he did so, a ghostly shadow emerged from the mist above him and hurtled straight at William’s unwelcome passenger. There was a muffled thump, a caterwaul and the sound of goat hair being ripped loose, then William found himself feline-free.
“Thanks!” he said, as the two goats stopped screaming.
Billy stared at him wildly. “It wasn’t me!”
William slowly rotated and shuffled backwards until he was beside his brother; the two kid craned their necks forward but all they could see was the mist.
Another wail split the night air, this time accompanied by the screech of some fearsome beast from prehistory, followed by a sudden silence. The goats exchanged a glance but remained rooted to the spot with fear.
The vapours in front of them swirled and an owl’s face briefly appeared.
“Run, fools!” it cried, before being suddenly yanked back into the fog.
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