The Goat

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All the animals in a country are condemned to death, but many of them are rescued by a citizen.

Submitted: October 30, 2016

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Submitted: October 30, 2016



Once upon a time in a country located somewhere around the middle of the world, a king gave an order to his men to go through all of his domains and slay every animal that was not a sheep. All the animals were in great trouble and there was no hope of escape from the country for the country was an island surrounded by waters so violent that no vessel could come to or depart from it.

In that country lived a shepherd who was a kind man. The shepherd had lived there among the people for as long as they could remember and none of them could say how he had come to live in the country or how long he had lived there. This shepherd happened to know of a certain substance which when mixed with a right proportion of clay and boiling spring water would instantly transform any animal that drank it - while still steaming hot - into a sheep.

The news spread through the whole country and many frightened animals went to the shepherd to ask for a drink. The first animal to drink was a brown bush rat. Other animals gathered around looked on with great interest as the bush rat first sniffed at the wooden bowl containing the steaming liquid, then drew back in hesitation and looked around in dread unwilling to be the first to try, and not knowing what would really happen to it if it drank the liquid. The sudden terrifying sound of the king’s hunting horn in the distance made all the animals jump in fright and also helped the bush rat make up its mind. It took a quick, very tiny sip, opened its eyes wide as with astonishment, and then drank all the content of the wooden bowl. As the animals looked on the bush rats fur began to change its colour and the bush rat began to increase in size. Its torso seemed to expand and its legs grew longer. Suddenly a small sheep stood before the animals looking in surprise about its own body, and studying its hooves. All the animals shouted with joy and all of them that were there took turns in drinking the liquid. All of them that drank were transformed into sheep.

'Why exactly does the king wish to execute us all?' Goat asked the Tortoise as they walked along a path the next day.

'Because,' Tortoise replied, '- I heard - the king is angry that his son was attacked by some wild animals in the forest. The king now seems to think that if only sheep were in the country, the country would be a much safer place.'

'Ah!' said the goat with obvious relief, 'then I really don't have to drink the shepherds’ solution. You see I am basically good and peaceful and I have never attacked a human - I am really quite afraid of them actually.'

'I don't think that will matter to the king one way or the other,' Tortoise said reflectively. 'The way I see it, once the king’s men lay hold of you, you'll find a knife to your throat before you can say "Goose Feather". So if you ask me I say we should head over immediately to the good shepherds home and ask for a drink to save our lives. I heard from the mole late last night that quite a good number of animals drank and were really transformed into sheep right before its eyes.'

But the goat did not fancy the idea of transforming into a sheep. It deeply disliked the quite, docile sheep. It despised their helplessness and their reliance on their shepherds for everything.

'Tortoise, my friend,' Goat said, 'I choose to remain as I am. I like myself this way and cannot imagine being a sheep.'

'But what will you do when the king’s men catch you?' Tortoise asked with some concern, for though Goat was foolish, vain and stubborn, he was still a friend. Goat thought for a while and then said, 'I heard the king is good. The king will surely not harm me.'

'But he gave a clear order,' Tortoise tried again.

'Well I am not - never - going to become a sheep. Never!' Goat stated rather vehemently.

'Okay if you won't drink, can you at least escort me to the Shepherds’ home so that I may? It’s not very far,' Tortoise said, already walking in that direction. Goat reluctantly agreed and they both went.

'Welcome Tortoise! Welcome Goat!' the shepherd called out joyfully to them as they approached the gate to his home. The shepherd’s home was situated on a hill so that he saw the pair when they were still a long way off and had already ordered his servants to prepare an extra solution for two. 'Please come in.' the shepherd said.

Tortoise and Goat went through the gate and into the compound and saw a few animals on a queue before a large cauldron. The shepherd dipped a wooden bowl into the cauldron and handed it over to the animal next in the queue. A horse was next and they saw it take its bowl, sniff the content, and then throw back its head and drink. In a second the horse transformed into a sheep and a servant led it into the pen.

And then Tortoise and Goat found themselves in front of the cauldron.

'Your turn,' the shepherd said kindly to tortoise handing him a wooden bowl filled with a steaming liquid that smelt like strawberries and honey. Tortoise received the bowl thanking the shepherd. Goat also took his bowl and stared suspiciously at its contents.

Thanking the shepherd again, Tortoise drank his portion and immediately became a sheep. He looked in awe at his body and tried a few happy bleats. Tortoise found that strangely he could do everything a sheep could do but that he still maintained his full memory and understanding.

'Are you not going to drink yours?' Tortoise asked Goat. For an answer Goat looked over Tortoise in disapproval and hurriedly poured the contents of his bowl on the ground when the shepherd and his helper looked away for a moment.

What had distracted them was a knock on the gate. And then a moment later the clear horn of the king sounded. Tortoise and Goat both turned and fled towards the pen in terror. There they fought their way to the back and cowered in fear. Many other animals (which of course were now sheep, though they didn't fully believe it yet) also fought to get as far behind other sheep as possible.

Then the animals heard voices.

'Where are all the animals?' a loud voice asked. 'We heard that many animals have come to hide here. Don't they know that there is no escape? We must search everywhere according to the kings orders.' It seemed the voice intentionally spoke loud enough for every person or animal in the compound to hear and be afraid. And it succeeded for the struggle to get a place at the back increased.

'If you see any animal besides sheep on my premises, you may do with it what you wish.' they heard the shepherd say.

The animals in the pen heard the noise of the search as the king’s men searched everywhere. Through the gaps in the fence they saw them search every building thoroughly. Then as one they came to the pen.

'Do my eyes deceive me,' a king’s man said, 'or is that not a pair of horns I see jutting out between the shoulders of those two speckled sheep at the extreme right there?'

'Those are horns,' another answered,'as surely as the sun rose this morning.'

Goat bleated in terror when strong hands gripped it firmly and lifted it from where it lay squeezed between two sheep. It struggled and tried to fight free but it was impossible. Then it shouted desperately to the men that it was a good goat, that it had never hurt anybody, that it was an injustice if it were killed. The king’s men only laughed and one of them said,

'Listen goat. We do not really care if you have been a very good goat or a very bad one. Our orders are to kill every animal except the sheep. And you surely are not a sheep.'

Then they carried the goat to the slaughter house.


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