This week's prompts are:
BEWARE PREDATORS by Granny Annie
I watched the fox move parallel to the fence. He matched his pace to that of our young goat and listened to the bell the kid was wearing. If this predator tried a negotiation with the large billy goat, he knew it would be his funeral so he moved with stealth.
The baby goat was approaching the road which was a rare thing. I screamed and injected a bad word. It was a word that to, say in my youth, would have caused my mother to get out a bar of soap. Our large Billy and I consolidated our efforts and managed respond together and frighten the fox away.
Let me add this for WORDLESS WEDNESDAY