Quatre handed the goat some more grass as they were moving slowly backwards towards the fence. While the goat was contently chewing on some grass, he glanced back over his shoulder, spying the fence coming up quickly behind him. Thank goodness he was almost there.

And he was almost out of grass too. He had been using slightly more than before to lure it in order to keep it interested so he was going to run out quickly. Luckily, he had someone else carrying grass too because he might need it.