AMBER
I cracked one eye open as the sound of bleating drifted through the window. Was I dreaming about goats now? I blinked a few times and sat up in bed, still unsure if the sound was real or part of my half-conscious state. When I heard it again, clearer this time, curiosity pushed me to the window.
“Is that… a baby goat?”
In my pajamas, I practically teleported into the backyard. Claire and Grandpa Raymond were arguing about something, but I barely noticed them as I rushed between them, squealing, “Oh my God! You are the cutest little thing ever! I could just eat you up!”
I scooped the tiny goat into my arms and kissed its fuzzy cheeks. This baby was officially mine now. I was going to sleep with it, name it, register it as my dependent—mark my words.
My cat, Kaju, strolled up beh
