The oldest brother climbed up the mountain one day, but there were no rocks to cut. But he did meet a goat. He tried to cut it, but the goat escaped.
Later on, the middle brother hiked into the forest, but found no wood to cut. But he did meet the same goat there that his brother did, and he wanted to cut it. Yet the goat escaped.
The youngest brother visited the pasture where his cows were grazing, yet none were ready to milk. But the goat appeared, which his brothers had seen earlier.
And they all dined on goat's cheese that evening.
3 comments:
Yay, happy ending! The moral of the story? Never try to cut a goat!
I'm being very literal here, but is it possible for milk to curdle to cheese in a single day?
Cute story, anyway. I'm glad you're writing. :)
Is this an underlying point how cutting (destroying) may be an inferior practice to milking (co-existing in a semi-symbiotic relationship with all life)? I'm sure I just took that out of context. - Dave
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