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HankTheTank
Loving the herd life
This is invented by my own mind, Hank was never stolen! I like to write stories for English class and such, and I thought it would be fun to write one about Hank 
Part Two
He skipped down the road for some time, happy that he was returning home. Finally, he would be back with his friends in their nice green pasture. He walked for miles, passing almost no one on the road. Every now and then he would stop to nibble a tasty looking bush, but for the most part he kept his sights set on going home. Night started to fall, and with it came the sounds of the animals who roamed the woods after dark. Hank started to get nervous, but being such a brave little goat, he just bristled up the hair on his neck, put his ears back, and continued on. Nothing could stop him now, he thought. Suddenly, thunder started rumbling in the sky. Rain started pouring down in sheets, and lightning flashed brilliant bolts into the night. Forgetting any of his fears of the woods, Hank tumbled off the road and into the undergrowth. Hopefully, he could find some shelter underneath the canopy of the trees. He crashed around in the brush for some time before finding a large tree, and curling up in a ball against its trunk. The tree branches and skunk cabbage leaves on the ground gave him at least partial protection from the downpour. He stayed there all night, shaking from the cold and fear. When the storm passed on in the early morning hours, he was able to doze off, and get an hour or two of sleep. He woke to a forest that was dripping from the rain, but sunny and cheerful looking. He could hear birds singing in the treetops and somewhere close by he heard the sound of a stream. He rose, stretched his stiff muscles, and had a good back scratch on the bark of his tree. He set off for the stream to get a drink, and when his thirst was quenched he started off to find the road again. He couldnt find it. Last nights rain had washed away any tracks he might have made, and in his panic he hadnt taken time to notice where he was going. In the simplest of terms, he was lost.
Part Two
He skipped down the road for some time, happy that he was returning home. Finally, he would be back with his friends in their nice green pasture. He walked for miles, passing almost no one on the road. Every now and then he would stop to nibble a tasty looking bush, but for the most part he kept his sights set on going home. Night started to fall, and with it came the sounds of the animals who roamed the woods after dark. Hank started to get nervous, but being such a brave little goat, he just bristled up the hair on his neck, put his ears back, and continued on. Nothing could stop him now, he thought. Suddenly, thunder started rumbling in the sky. Rain started pouring down in sheets, and lightning flashed brilliant bolts into the night. Forgetting any of his fears of the woods, Hank tumbled off the road and into the undergrowth. Hopefully, he could find some shelter underneath the canopy of the trees. He crashed around in the brush for some time before finding a large tree, and curling up in a ball against its trunk. The tree branches and skunk cabbage leaves on the ground gave him at least partial protection from the downpour. He stayed there all night, shaking from the cold and fear. When the storm passed on in the early morning hours, he was able to doze off, and get an hour or two of sleep. He woke to a forest that was dripping from the rain, but sunny and cheerful looking. He could hear birds singing in the treetops and somewhere close by he heard the sound of a stream. He rose, stretched his stiff muscles, and had a good back scratch on the bark of his tree. He set off for the stream to get a drink, and when his thirst was quenched he started off to find the road again. He couldnt find it. Last nights rain had washed away any tracks he might have made, and in his panic he hadnt taken time to notice where he was going. In the simplest of terms, he was lost.
, now I'm really gonna have second thoughts about cottage cheese... It wasn't actually too bad, just mildly unsettling. VERY upsetting for Elf, but she should get over it. For now. Until I start poking her with needles 
