. . .

They have discussions late at night, while the goat impersonator is tied up and sleeping.

After a while Jane calls the creature over and she holds its head between her hands.
She looks quite seriously into its eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she says to the creature. “We’re going to have to let you go.”

It is the end of an era and the end of an obsession. After it clicks and clacks away, down the road, over the troll bridge, and into mortal battle with the troll, Jane can’t find it in her heart to adopt an actual goat. Martin offers, but she can’t accept.

“You’re gonna have to recycle your cans now,” Martin warns her.

But she throws them at him!

Instead!

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