Goat Drabbleby, J. R. Nichols “Can’t I have him?” she pleads, “I’ll name him Prince Charming, and make him a crown out of paper mache.”“Sofia, he’d just eat it”, I say, holding my nose. “Meh!” The goat blurts, in a voice so loud, I start. The kid has a booming, strangulated voice. Sofia and I laugh, and the goat hollers again. Tears stream down my face and I realize this