Billy's day was going swimmingly, if the burning ache in his neck was anything to go by.

This damn fence, it falls apart at every moment it can except for right now — and despite his best attempts to pull his head free, the only things that resulted from it was the thumpin' of horns against wood, another jolt of pain, and a slight pop like when you crack your knuckles.

When he woke up this mornin', all had been just right, nice and quiet and peaceful. In fact, it was almost too nice and quiet and peaceful, just enough to make him suspicious because there was always something goin' wrong, it was never this good of a mornin'. The first thing he noticed that was off around his little piece of paradise while he poured himself a cup of morning coffee, was that there was a big gap right where a fence should be, and the cows were in the middle of eyein' it up like prisoners in a jailbreak. He hadn't even gotten a sip in before he was already out there with some tools to put it back in place, much to his cows dismay. That was his first mistake, working when he hadn't had his mornin' cup of joe. He didn't feel like chasin' them down the road again into his neighbour's yard, especially not when they attempted to chow down on the lawn.

The repair job was an easy fix, at least now it was. He had done it over a dozen times, but these damn posts just wouldn't stay up for some stupid reason that escaped him, but at least with muscle memory now in place, everythin' went so much smoother than the first few times they pulled themselves out of the dirt. Bill had been on the very last post, hammerin' a nail in when he half-dropped, half-threw the hammer on the other side of the fence, that was his second mistake. His third mistake? Leanin' through the fence to grab it and not thinkin' about the fact that they were the perfect distance apart to make it easy to get in, but impossible to get back out.

At least it wasn't the middle of the day, otherwise he'd definitely end up with some kind of sunburn from the scorchin' summer heat.

Behind him, he could hear the cows laughin' at his misfortune, and his tail flicked with both embarrassment and irritation. He was glad he had been kneelin' when he got his head stuck, otherwise his legs would have been killin' him and he definitely would have been out of commission tomorrow. If Bill had been younger, this wouldn't have been an issue because his horns wouldn't have been large enough to get caught, but now? When his horns stretched out as wide as his shoulders? He really should have gotten them shaved down when Buck told him too, but 'noo, my horns are my pride! Maybe for a deer, yours fallin' off makes 'em less important, but for a goat? Our horns are our pride and joy! I could never.'

He began cursin' himself, irritated that this whole thing could have just been avoided if he hadn't had it drilled into him that horns were any goat's pride. "Ya fuckin' moron, gotten yourself trapped cause ya couldn't pull your head outta your a-"

"Billy! Are you home?" A familiar voice from the front of his house called, and Billy could have sworn the angels had just flown down with a gift from God. He could help him, he could help him out of his predicament. Sure they had their squabbles in the past but it was only friendly banter, or at least Bill figured that's what it was.

"Back here!" He shouted back, givin' his head one last tug before givin' up and just waitin' to appear. His neck thanked him for it.

The sight was a beauty, he were the sight of freedom, even if he came with a wave of embarrassment ridin' right alongside him. Billy made his ears stay up to try and keep said embarrassment hidden, although he could already feel the heat gatherin' in his cheeks.

"Good- great to see ya, how's it goin' over at your place?" Billy began, trying to be polite, friendly, hopin' that he could distract from any sort of joke he might make about him, "Say... wouldn't mind lendin' a hand, would ya?" He chuckled, a small flush crossin' his face and both of his ears twitchin' as he focused on keeping them relaxed. His eyes darted away for a moment before they trailed right back to the other farmer.