Goat to the moon
Control
Move the goat from left to right to avoid obstacles.
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The loony goat’s hooves twitched with impatience. Earth? Overrated. Grass? Boring. Her beady eyes stayed glued to the glowing orb above—a moon so suspiciously cheese-like, it *had* to be gouda. Or maybe cheddar. Either way, she’d chew it herself. No more staring. Tonight, she’d trade muddy fields for craters. A stolen jetpack (don’t ask) strapped haphazardly to her woolly back, she snorted at the stars. Calculations? Pfft. Goats didn’t need math. Just hunger, stubbornness, and a truly alarming disregard for physics. One giant leap for caprines—if you yank that ignition lever for her. **Now.** Before she headbutts the launch button herself.
