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Moldy old oats, half crazed and bearing whiskers that could tarnish a flea’s feelings, rolled each ear backwards in a step-wise procedure that held most of us captive for all of about five minutes. It was understood, amongst us sully goat-herder types, that the beard of a week-old meal always bore a clear indication of it’s intentions through color. Thankfully, the once edible primordial soup in question was clearly benevolent…though it’s apparent possession of teeth, paired with the ability to move and make facial expressions on it’s own, troubled us quite a bit.