ADVENTURE VIII
THE CLEVER GOAT
The truth is Pekka, the Wolf, was a pretty stupid fellow always getting into some scrape or other. With sore ribs and a back aching from the beating which the farm folk had given him he slunk quietly along the forest ways hoping to come upon some easy prey. Suddenly he saw ahead of him a Goat and a Ram.
“What are they doing hereabouts?” he thought to himself. “This is no place for them and if anything happens to them it will be their own fault.”
Vuhi, the Goat, and Dinas, the Ram, both knew that the forest was no place for them. But where else could they go? They had recently been turned loose to fend for themselves by their poor old master who was no longer able to feed them.
“This forest rather frightens me,” the Ram had said to the Goat. “Do you suppose we’ll be able to keep off the Wolves?”
Vuhi, the Goat, flirted his whiskers and said:
“I’ve got a plan.”