Rachel often walked down the quiet gravel road of her rural neighbourhood. Any wildlife she encountered was shy, kept its distance. She knew coyotes were around, and the occasional bear had been spotted in the county, but she trusted that they hadn't habituated to people and would avoid her.
One morning, she heard movement in the forest beside the road. An animal was crashing through the bush, getting closer and closer. Adrenaline shot through her.
"Shoo!" she yelled, waving her arms, her heart thumping.
Suddenly the animal jumped out in front of her - a billy goat on the lam.
One morning, she heard movement in the forest beside the road. An animal was crashing through the bush, getting closer and closer. Adrenaline shot through her.
"Shoo!" she yelled, waving her arms, her heart thumping.
Suddenly the animal jumped out in front of her - a billy goat on the lam.
