After working under Leon for so many years, the Black Goat, having developed a strong mental fortitude, convinced himself in just half a second. He took the cigarette from the hoof of the old ox, grinned, and lit it up with joy. Then...
"Thud, thud, thud!"
Oh no!
Hearing the hurried footsteps coming from the staircase behind him, the Black Goat's expression changed, and he quickly warned:
"It's Anna! The smoke from your cigarette is too thick! The kitchen is just one floor below the rooftop, she might have seen the smoke and come to check! Quick, hide the cigarette!"
"Moo (Oh)"
Upon hearing the Black Goat's warning, the old ox nodded compliantly and just slightly opened his mouth to swallow the thirty-plus centimeter cigarette, then shook his cow's head disdainfully, refusing the Black Goat's offer to help hide the cigarette.
"Moo moo moo (You've already mouthed it and got saliva on it, I'm not helping you hide it)"
"..."
Darn it!
