“May I speak with you?”

Goat smacks his goaty lips together a few times. “Looks like rain.”

You look up. The little patch of sky visible in this clearing could not be more blue, or more clear.

“I hate rain. It smells like rainbows. I hate rainbows.”

[“What?”] 41.

[“I hate rainbows, too.”] 47.

[“Why, though? Why?”] 53.