03/15/2026
DAY 15 – The Goat Union Forms
Walked out to the mill.
Three goats standing on the lumber stack.
Not near it.
On it.
The tan-and-white goat was mid-speech.
Phillipe stood slightly behind him like campaign manager.
Dekaber just stared at me.
Which was worse.
One board had a single bite taken out.
Not random.
Strategic.
I said, “That’s select-grade poplar.”
Clover chewed slowly.
Phillipe blinked once.
Dekaber didn’t blink at all.
I’m 83% sure I was being audited.
🪵 Lumber Note:
The rest of the stack remains un-chewed and available.
