So, you know how as a writer – we writers, bub, you ‘n’ me – very often you’ll keep a notebook beside your bed? So that if you wake up with the germ of a great idea in your head, you can dash it down quick and not lose it?
(So that someone else gets to very lightly re-write it, claim it, and cede not one word of credit, of course. For another day, bud! For another day! Oh, the mooks. Watch out for the mooks!)
Anyhoo. Ya do that. That’s not novel. Everyone does it. Writers, anyhoo.
But what do you do when you wake up, with something nagging at your brain. And you turn over, to take a look at your notebook. And lo –
– in your handwriting –
– scrawled across the top page –
– this legend doth blaze upon it –
PACKED WITH GOATS. PACKED WITH GOATS!
No, I mean that’s it. No further word of explanation. Can’t even remember writing it. Do you think the Devil made me do it? What does it mean?
All suggestions gratefully received. Buggered if I know. But I’m quite charmed with it. It may spark off a Saga of goatly superpowers, possession and invasion yet, who knows.