The dogs were slavering away at a bowl tinted with red liquid (probably blood). I absently told Rev. Chung where I was going when he inquired, unable to take my eyes off the goat even though I was aware the other men were looking at me as well. I heard him explain that I'd probably never seen anything like it as I walked away on wooden legs.
With extra papers in my hands borrowed from Sarah, I crossed the ground again to the church. This time, I noticed two other goats tied to another tree a short way away bleating, perhaps knowing that they'd be killed much in the same way as the first. They were for the children, and apparently the adult goat was for the teachers. I don't think I felt a stir of pity for them after I got over my initial shock from the first time I crossed the grounds.
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