On the edge of a quiet village lived a small grey goat named Bramble. To most people, Bramble looked ordinary—stubby horns, bright eyes, a fondness for chewing laundry left on fences. But every morning at dawn, something curious happened. When the first sunbeam touched Bramble’s horns, the grass beneath his hooves shimmered and grew greener than anywhere else in the fields. Flowers bloomed out of season, and tired soil became rich and warm. Bramble was a magic goat, though he never boasted about it. In fact, he barely noticed.
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