the search [eric]

[freja]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][cs=2] Like any other day, Freja got up early and made her morning rounds. It didn't take long considering her ranch was still rather small, but she always got up as the sun was rising, just so she'd have enough time to get everything done for the day. Having a smaller farm meant that she didn't have to rush through everything to get done before lunch, but could leisurely complete her chores. It made everything a lot more enjoyable, even if she would like a bigger ranch some day. Maybe when she had more help. But right now it was just her and her goats, who were all sleeping soundly in the barn. When they woke up she could tell, because the bleating and braying that came from inside the structure was nearly deafening. While she waited for the "alarm clock" to go off, she headed to her flower fields. The spring crop had been planted not too long ago, so there wasn't much to do besides make sure the soil was damp. She had to re-water a few patches but everything looked good. Freja couldn't wait until things started to blossom. The fields came alive with colors and everything smelled so sweet. Putting the water bucket away she checked the perimeter of her pasture, making sure no stray dogs or wolves had gotten in. Dogs weren't really a problem but they always seemed to scare the goats...wolves, on the other hand, were an obvious problem. Thankfully they weren't abundant on the peninsula. As she was heading back to the barn she could hear some of the goats crying to get into the fields and start eating away. The clover and grass in the pasture was still at a good level but it took a lot of work to keep it lush enough for the animalistic lawnmowers. Going to the barn she lifted the heavy wooden brace that kept the door shut and opened it slowly, the goats teeming out. She only had nine adult goats, but kidding season had happened right at the apex between winter and spring, so there were umpteen little kid goats running about the legs of their parents. Eleven kids in all, actually. She loved them; they were cute and comical, but also a handful. As she was herding them towards the pasture, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. A single kid, a black one with a few white spots on its back, had started to run and frolic away from the main herd. A pang of panic shot through her body but she couldn't run after it just yet...there were still a lot of goats here that weren't in the pasture yet! Hurriedly getting every last one into the pasture — the prospect of all that uneaten grass was a good driving force for them — she shut the gate and locked it tight, turning to look for the goat, hoping it had stuck around...but to her dismay, it was no where to be seen. Instantly becoming worried and panicked she ran from the pasture, looking around to see if the kid was anywhere in sight. There was nothing in the flower fields...this was usually a spot where runaway goats went to, but as there were no blooming flowers, it was empty. Freja checked around her house as well but she found nothing but a few startled frogs that frantically jumped away from her footsteps. She walked down the small path from her house to the road and looked in both directions. It was nowhere to be seen...she let out a small whimper of worry and started to walk, hoping that she found it soon.

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[raven]

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[freja]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][cs=2] Eventually, on her way down the road, Freja spotted someone. There was a man on a cart, being pulled by a horse, a man she hadn't met before, even if he did look familiar. Freja vaguely remembered seeing him drive by on his cart during the days, but he had never stopped to talk to her. She absentmindedly wondered what he did for a living. The cart had some packages in them - were they his? - but all Freja could focus on was that he seemed to have been on this road for a while...or so she hoped. Maybe he had seen the goat...and if he hadn't, maybe he could help find it, but she could only be so hopeful. "Hello!" she called out, approaching him. He asked her if everything was all right and all she could do was shake her head a bit, nervously wringing her hands. Her face lit up a bit when he offered to help her, though. "Oh, really? Would you be able to?" she asked him, almost rhetorically before the smile finally broke across her lips. "Um, well, you see, one of my little baby goats got out and ran away and I'm pretty sure he went down this road...you wouldn't have seen him, would you? He's black with some white spots on his back, and very small..." Freja began to worry all over again. What if a wolf had come out and seen the small goat and decided it would be a good midday snack to eat the little thing up? Her mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusions as she waited to hear if the man had seen her goat, hoping that he had. Otherwise, all she could pray for was that he could help her out, at least a little. While it was just one goat, she loved all of her goats and it pained her to lose just one small kid.

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