Stranica 189 [189]
HERE was once a tailor who had three
sons and one goat. And the goat, as
she nourished them all with her milk,
was obliged to have good food, and so
she was led every day down to the
willows by the water-side; and this
business the sons did in turn. One
day the eldest took the goat to the
churchyard, where the best sprouts are,
that she might eat her fill, and gambol about.
In the evening, when it was time to go home, he said,
‘Well, goat, have you had enough? ”
The goat answered,
‘*T am so full,
I cannot pull
Another blade of grass—ba! baa!”
“Then come home,” said the youth, and fastened a string
to her, led her to her stall, and fastened her up.
“ Now,” said the old tailor, "has the goat had her proper
food ? "
“Oh,” answered the son, “she is so full, she no more
can pull."
But the father, wishing to see for himself, went out to the
stall, stroked his dear goat, and said,
‘My dear goat, are you full?” And the goat answered,
** How can I be full?
There was nothing to pull,
Though I looked all about me—ba! baa!”