But so much for letting go.
Because after only a few moments, Countess Jenna realized that letting go was absolutely out of the question.
What unfolded before her could only be described as a riot.
A full-scale battle.
On one side were dignified humans, soldiers and officials alike who had clearly underestimated the enemy.
On the other side were baby goats.
Tiny. Fluffy. Fast.
And winning.
Someone shrieked as a fluff ball darted between their legs. Another yelped when a soft but determined headbutt landed squarely on someone's behind. Desperation erupted everywhere as people tried to tag-team, forming shaky barricades that immediately fell apart when the goats zigzagged through with gleeful precision.
Her husband tried to block a path and was immediately outmaneuvered by a goat not even the height of his knee. Another attempted a coordinated grab only for the target to twist mid-air, bleat triumphantly, and land safely behind them.
"Meeeeh!"
"Breeeeeh!"
