Abbynezer became thoughtful after her visit from the Ghoast of Christmeow Present. She did not like that young Bruce the goat might not have enough warm milk to drink. She started to think that perhaps she had turned into a not so nice goat. She knew there was going to be one more spirit to visit her and it was the one she dread most of all.
(Hey - you are not supposed to make a sound spirit. Keep it together!)
"Are you the spirit I most dread?" maaaaed Abbynezer
"Are you the Ghoast of Cluckmas Yet to Come?"
"Why do you sit upon me so silent, with your bony claws digging into my furs?"
"Are we to go on a journey? Are you to show me what might be if I don't change my ways?"
"OK Spirit, lead on?"
(Seriously bird if you can't keep to the script you are going to be fried, erm fired!)
"What is that I see? Is that what waits for me? The horror! The horror!"
"Tell me Spirit, please tell me that I can change this!"
"Tell me that the future doesn't have to be this bare, this bleak."
"I CAN change!"
"No, anything but THAT!"
"A future without a Christmas Tree-t?! No goat deserves that!"
Abbynezer found herself falling and falling and falling until she found herself in the barn.
Will she change?