@alice I've encountered this wizard.
When I used to work in downtown Oregon City, I'd take two coffee breaks and walk past the courthouse to the (not Starbuck's) coffee shop. There was a little raised patio outsideβI suspect it may have been a loading dockβwith a table and a couple of chairs. One day, as I'm approaching, I see a dog on the patio, busily knocking all the furniture back and forth. A woman walks past me going the other direction and says "Yeah. THAT'S happening." As I get closer, I see the dog is a goat, and the table and chairs are not quite destroyed but well on their way. Inside, I identify the goat's wizard as the only one not looking at the goat. In fact, he is stirring sugar into his coffee with a certain walking-away-from-the-explosion aplomb.
He is also wearing a brightly tie-dyed J. Peterman cattleman's duster, with a matching wide-brimmed hat*. I want to say boots were involved as well, but I may be embellishing.
I hand my cup to my friend the cafe manager, and she says, through clenched teeth, "So. How's YOUR day?"
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* At this point, I fully expect three people on the Fedi who follow Alice to go "Oh. That guy. I know that guy."**
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** Or possibly "I am that guy."
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