[i]Oooh, it's a G.O.A.T. not another goat[/i]. Jeffrey thought to himself as he climbed onto the G.O.A.T. and tried to find a spot for his light stick. "Where can I put this?" He asked Zeal, holding the 6 foot long walking stick above his head, the jar of fireflies dangling next to his ear, all of them sleeping except for Phillip, the youngest one. He might have brain damage, or whatever fireflies get, since he's the only one who sleeps at night and is awake during the day.