‘Yes.’ He came back and narrowed his eyes at the goat when it bleated at him. ‘Christmas dinner,’ he said to it. ‘That’s what you are. No bloody turkeys round here.’ ‘He speaks English when he’s unhappy,’ Inti explained. ‘Apparently it’s a good language for swearing. What’s he saying?’ ‘He’s abusing the goat,’ I said. She snorted. ‘It’s good for a person to be terrorised by a goat. Hard to get too high and mighty when there’s something chasing you for vegetables.’
