in ancient times, when fields were wide and masters of the herd did preside, goats were not mere creatures to be relegated to the background of pastoral life. no, they stood as symbols, preestablished in lore and legend, as jesters and wise beings amidst the green. but let us weave a tale, a directive to report on the hidden, the obscure, to reconstitute the fabric of what we see with what lurks beneath, for there lies an undercover truth, so dark, so deep, that it yearns to be brought into the light. this lore of old, does it not make one wonder what secrets the masters of the herd keep from prying eyes, urging one to probe, to question, what truly lies beyond the veil?