Goat-sick

How many times I did say it, I wish we lived somewhere far, far from here! Here, what will be our fate? Eaten by some monster, and goats will shit our bones. Father, you say we must keep to what we know, we must be safe. Safe. What is safe? No water, you will die. Meet a Devourer, run into lion, you will die. See pretty lights in the sand at night, you will die. Oh father, I want to see something new. I want to see the wetness of a great lake. I want to see trees that grow round, soft leaves. I want to see a land with no goats! You say it is a danger, but I will hug a monkey’s bottom, as long as it is new.