my bleating heart

This girl was impossible! He wasn't sure how serious she was being but it sure felt like, smiling or not, she was at least teetering on the edge of being serious. In all honesty he couldn't quite wrap his head around her view. This was a goat - they were all goats - literally the things they killed and ate with nary a thought to their feelings on the subject. He was just baffled by the implications of what she was saying. They were goats for heaven's sake!

He shook his head in mock exasperation - the expression only slightly exaggerated as he wasn't sure how to feel but he was getting the impression that at the very least he should feel incredulous. "You do realize they're just goats, right? Why should it matter how they feel on the matter? If they were loose on the plains without me looking after 'em I wouldn't give their feelings a second thought before I hunted one down and ate it, you know?"

Tyrian eyed the goat and noted its dumb expression. Now that it had carrots and no one was pulling it around it just stood there like an idiot, blissfully unaware of the conversation, its mouth working in small, equally dumb looking circles as it chewed. It was a dumb, dumb beast. He waved a paw at it. "Just look at him. Does he look like a creature who thinks about much? Nah, with a belly full of carrots he's already forgotten he was squalling a minute ago. The girls are just as dumb. And they ain't picky. I've seen 'em stand for sheep."