The goat

walked down the road, eyes on either sides of his head.

"I represent alien perspectives," he says.

You peer at him with uncertainty, and think, "I always thought their was some sort of occult-goat connection, but now that he mentions it, goats really do have more of an alien, other-worldly look. It's a shame, though, that they are quadrapeds. It really diminishes their impact. A biped goat, now that would really be something... Perhaps that explain Pan, satyrs, and all that. Um, no... satyrs don't have goat faces."

And the goat? He's left.