"Well, there was that demonic billy goat, took to grazing round the Major Oak for a while," Stutely mused. "We never did get him. Mad bugger would charge anything that moved, and you never knew when he was gonna show up, either."
He had a vague memory of being stuck up in the tree hideout with Much, Scarlet and... must have been Arthur a Bland?... pinned down by a bloody goat of all things, that lowered its horns and pawed at the ground threateningly whenever any of them so much as thought of climbing down. The four of them wasting dozens of arrows and crossbow bolts trying to bring it down, or at least shift it, and never managing to land a single hit.
He glanced at Tuck. "Didn't Much or Art or someone try to badger you into exorcising it?" Deciding it was an actual demon from hell had probably seemed preferable to owning that the Merry Men had been bested by a feral livestock animal.