I took a step forward and my foot met goat. Eve lifted her head from the bucket and bleated at me. I dropped to my knees to apologize but it was then I realized why I'd accidentally kicked my goat.
"Eve! What did I say? Stop eating the blueberries! They're not for you."
She looked at me as if she couldn't believe the kind of bullshit I was yapping and two seconds later her head dove back into the bucket.
"That's it," I said. "You're fired! Bad weed eater!"
She didn't seem particularly perturbed by my admission, but I picked up the bucket and carried it as I collected more sweet and juicy blueberries, much to her disapproval.
She slammed her tiny head to my thigh and I winced. She was about to do it again when I heard an engine from the end of the row and a few seconds later a cart turned the corner and drove toward me.
Warren was inside in his finest suit but a stern expression on his face, which only got more intense when he came to a stop in front of me.
"What the fuck, Patterson?" he shouted.
"What?" I asked when it dawned on me. "Shit. What time is it?"
Warren stepped out of the cart and shook his head in dismay.
"Time to get a move on, clearly." He clapped his hands and the goats wagged their tails, gathering around him, thinking he was playing a very exciting game with them.
I walked up to the cart and after Warren got back behind the wheel we set off, goats in pursuit beside us.
"They're so funny, aren't they?" I chuckled and pointed at them.
"Are you serious, Patterson?" Warren snapped. "You're gonna be late and you're worried about the goats?"
"I wasn't worried," I mumbled only to get another glare from my friend. "I'm sorry. I lost track of time," I answered.
He tutted.
"What the hell are you doing out here today of all days anyway?"
"Zach needed blueberries. For the cake," I replied.
Warren rolled his eyes.
"Are you telling me there's no fresh blueberry in the house?"
I shrugged.
"Of course. But I wanted them freshly handpicked. I want everything to be perfect today."
Warren shook his head.
"You know what would make the day perfect? If you weren't late!" he huffed. "You two are ridiculous."
He looked so frustrated and yet I couldn't help but laugh.
I bumped his shoulder with mine and smirked at him.
"But you're happy for us, right?"
"We'll see," he said.
As we reached the end of the row, he turned right and I flinched.
"You're going the wrong way," I said.
