Farewell Goliath

I didn't have much time with Goliath, we spent that one time gazing into each others eyes in the stairwell, but the tension between us got too much. It was nothing he said, it was more the surprise visits in the morning, and the the fact he would hide in the cupboard and eat candles.

I found the hole he used to come from; it was about right for goliath, behind the trash bin and about high enough for a small pony. I had a role of Duct Tape, and I knew what I had to do. It was hard closing the door, but at least it didn't have to come to battle, because it could have got very messy.

Every now and then he'll give a little scratch from below the shower.

Keep it real out there Goliath.