Don't Give Up Your Family's Goat to the Monster

The Henderson's had a young daughter named Sarah, and Sarah had no interest in giving up the family goat. She needed him frank. Her family told her that it was for the good of the village. Every family did it at some point. It's just what you do. But Sarah wasn't buying it. The night before Frank's execution, Sarah silently shimmied out her window, stuffing an old slingshot in her back pocket, and started her trek up the mountain. Hiked through the night before arriving at the mouth of a giant cave lit softly by the morning glow. A crackly voice croaked: "Please leave now then"