THE BOY AND HIS GOATS Once there was a boy who had three fine goats.
Every morning he took them up a hill to eat grass.
The goats ate the green grass all day long.
When night came, the boy took them home again.
One summer morning, the boy took his goats to the hill.
They began to eat grass.
The boy was tired, and he sat down under a tree.
Soon he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he could not see the goats on the hill.
They had gone into a cornfield.
The boy soon found them, but he could not get them out of the field.
What do you think he did then?
He sat down and cried.
Then a rabbit came along.
Why are you crying, little boy? asked the rabbit.
Oh, oh, said the boy, I am crying because I cannot get my goats out of the field.
Stop crying, said the rabbit, I will get them out.
Away ran the rabbit to get the goats out of the field, but he could not get them out, so he sat down and cried.
Soon a red fox came along.
Good morning, little rabbit, he said, why are you crying?
The rabbit said, I am crying because the boy is crying.
He is crying because he cannot get his goats out of the field.
The fox said, Stop crying.
I will get them out for you.
So the fox ran after the goats.
But he could not get them out.
Then the fox sat down too, and they all cried and cried.
At last a little bee flew by.
Why are you crying, red fox? asked the bee.
The fox said, I am crying because the rabbit is crying.
The rabbit is crying because the boy is crying.
The boy is crying because he cannot get his goats out of the field.
Stop crying, said the bee.
I will get them out for you.
Then they all looked at each other and laughed.
How can a little bee do something that we cannot do? asked the boy.
You will see, said the bee.
Away it flew after the goats.
It stung every goat.
The goats ran out of the field and all the way home.
The boy laughed and ran home after them.