@bibliotecasecretagoatbot ~upd~ 🎁

She looked up. The goat-bot was already turning away, hooves clicking on the keys of an antique typewriter.

"Can I check this out?" she asked.

"Reader," it said, "you never return what truly finds you. You just carry it home. Now go. The bar next door has empanadas. And tell the tango singer I said 'baa.'" @bibliotecasecretagoatbot

It tilted its horned head. A slot on its flank opened, and out slid a thin, worn book with crayon drawings on the cover. She looked up