She answered,
"I am so full,
I could not pull,
Another blade of grass—ba! baa!"
"Then come home," said the tailor, and leading her to her stall, he fastened her up.
Before he left her he turned once more, saying,
"Now then, for once you are full." But the goat actually cried,
"How can I be full?
There was nothing to pull,
Though I looked all about me—ba! baa!"
When the tailor heard that he marvelled, and saw at once that his three sons had been sent away without reason.
"Wait a minute," cried he, "you ungrateful creature! It is not enough merely to drive you away—I will teach you to show your face again among honourable tailors."
So in haste he went and fetched his razor, and seizing the goat he shaved her head as smooth as the palm of his hand. And as the yard-measure was too honourable a weapon, he took the whip and fetched her such a crack that with many a jump and spring she ran away.
The tailor felt very sad as he sat alone in his house, and would willingly have had his sons back again, but no one knew where they had gone.