“I will kill you tonight as you sleep,” Prepotente said to Miriam as he rubbed his head. I saw, then, that he had human-like fingers, though his fingernails were long and curled and black. Whatever change he’d undergone to make him intelligent was different than the one Donut had undergone. “No you won’t, sweetie,” she said. She reached over and kissed the goat on the top of the head where she’d whacked him. “Do it again,” he said a moment later. “It still hurts.” “Only if you’re a good boy. And apologize to those two.” He nodded solemnly and looked down at us. “I’m sorry I wanted to murder
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