A great day with goats and white milk. (Imabic Pan..)

He went to the store for cold milk. The door closed shut with a small tink, that all the people heard. The shoes got wet from the juice on the floor, as he went down the aisle. The search was over when the milk was found, the carton with the blue top. He took the cart next to the fruit and placed the milk within. He stopped; the date had past a week from this new day.

He chose a new container. The date had not yet passed, which was best for the taste. It was at that point the goat appeared. The white fur and the horns were clean, and it chewed on a can for lunch. He stared at the goat for a time, then he went to it. He put his hand on the goat.

"Good Goat." He said. The goat had made a sound. Weird day.