A modern story told from a hip point of view.

"What is some generally usefull information I could give you?" wrote the old goat that was sitting on a hill. "What is something I could sell to you?" The hill was green, the waiters were all tired of waiting. But they hadn't quite figured that out yet so their stomachs felt uncomfortable. The goats and butterflies dreamed of a far off desert. They thought about sunburns that could burn off mist, and birds shrilly crying like doomed roosters.