Gruff

Aldous

Aldous lifted his head at the sudden rushing noise of the river doing it's usual rushing thing, just a little louder.
The grass he'd been destroying was now settling in his stomach. Aldous let his eyes slide over the barren dirt as he gave a satisfied sigh deep in his large belly. "All clear and clean," he said. "Time to move on," he said, louder. He called for his two younger brothers in a shrill yodel. They didn't come, and after a few moments he shrugged (which looks very funny on a goat) and he trotted towards a tree on the bank of the river, one with it's roots exposed. A few butts and an average-sized headache later, the tree lay across the river. Aldous skipped across the fallen tree and tucked into the other-side fare: as many clumps of grass and daisies and patches of clover as he could eat.