sacrifice what you are for what you can become
Henry chuckled at Belril's comment. The laughter left him in a breathy haste as he hauled Dot back into the barn. She struggled the whole way, of course, but because of Belril's pushing and Henry's pulling, they managed to eventually get her into a stall. There, Henry untied her and shut her in her stall, where layers of hay were scattered around. Dot bleated at him before turning to her water trough. Sighing, he turned and leaned back against the door, his chest heaving.
He took a seat on one of the hay bales laying around, clearly fatigued. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled, shaking his head. "Dot's a difficult animal. I hate goats!" He laughed again, "That's why we keep her here in the barn. Thanks for your help, by the way," he nodded and motioned for Belril to sit beside him, patting the straw. "So, I've been wondering."
He waited for a moment to let Belril situate himself and so they could both catch their breath.
"What's your story? With your family and everything. Where are they?"
He took a seat on one of the hay bales laying around, clearly fatigued. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled, shaking his head. "Dot's a difficult animal. I hate goats!" He laughed again, "That's why we keep her here in the barn. Thanks for your help, by the way," he nodded and motioned for Belril to sit beside him, patting the straw. "So, I've been wondering."
He waited for a moment to let Belril situate himself and so they could both catch their breath.
"What's your story? With your family and everything. Where are they?"
HENRY
