A bolt of lightning flashed. How could you not be scared?
"Ow!"
The child suddenly raised a hand to cover the spot on his forehead where he'd been tapped.
The old man withdrew his hand.
"Stop imagining things."
"You just saw it wrong."
"Come on."
"If we don't get these wet clothes off you, you might catch a cold."
Hearing that the child might catch a cold, the old woman immediately clasped his hand.
"Your grandpa's right."
"Let's go home."
"Quickly, get out of those wet clothes."
"Don't they feel awful?"
"They're all sticky against your skin."
"Grandma!"
The child braced both feet against the ground.
He struggled to pull free of his grandmother's grip.
"Wait!"
"Wait for what?"
Worried about the child's health, the old woman firmly pulled him away.
"Let's go home."
"You can tell us whatever it is after you've changed out of those wet clothes."
The old man followed behind the two of them as they—
Oh.
Behind the two of them as the child struggled on his own.
He shook his head.
"Lele."
"What you saw was just an illusion."
"You were startled by the lightning."
"Think about it..."
"How could a goat eat people?"
"You've seen goats before, haven't you?"
"Have you ever fed one?"
"It wasn't a goat!"
The child shouted.
"It was a monster!"
The old man was speechless.
He sighed. "I told you already, those stories about monsters are made up."
"There are no monsters in the world."
"Besides, you just said it was a goat."
"Why are you changing your story so quickly?"
"It looked like a goat!" the child blurted out.
The old man was speechless.
He shook his head.
This child...
Why wouldn't he give up?
"Weren't