Today was not a total victory. Walking home from class, we happened upon a baby gomesh chained to a post on the side of the road. Large bovine animals are habitually left in this manner, to graze the area within their chain's radius, so it wasn't really all that unusual- but it was a baby, and it was a gomesh, so we stopped to take a photo:
About have a second after this photo was taken, the baby gomesh spooked and ran- bolted- away from us. When he reached the end of his chain, he didn't even slow. The chain snapped with a metallic tsing and the baby gomesh just kept on running.
He ended up in the middle of the one paved street in town, and we had no real way to undo the damage we had done. Without know who the baby gomesh belonged to- or how to contact them and explain the situation even if we did- we had to leave the poor thing right there in the middle of the town's main road.
The one thing that the gomesh had going in it's favor is that a gomesh- even a baby gomesh- is large enough that if you hit it with your vehicle, it will eff up your car really badly. Several cars swerved around him as he wandered down main street in Shahumyan. The drivers here are used to large animals in the road, this wasn't really unusual for them. For his part, the gomesh seemed much less concerned by the cars around him than he had been by our presence a few moments before.
We ended up just leaving him there. When we got home, we told our family (making ample use of pantomime) what had happened, but they seemed entirely unconcerned. "The little gomesh knows where he lives" Grampa George told us. I wasn't thrilled about leaving things like they were, but as no one else seemed to want to do anything about it, I didn't have much of a choice. To be fair, it seemed like it all worked out in the end: at least, we certainly didn't hear anything else about it from our family.
Wherever you are baby gomesh, sorry for scaring you.
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