But, as it happened, all the other goats were away from the edge and did not see Lightfoot. Up he scrambled and began cropping the sweet grass.
“Oh, this is fine!” he cried.
He was eating the grass, when, all at once, Mr. Sharp-horn looked up and saw him.
“Well, the idea!” cried that big goat. “The idea of that kid coming up here, where only we big goats are supposed to come! He is too young for this place, yet. I must drive him down and teach him a lesson.” Then lowering his head, and shaking his horns, the man-goat rushed at Lightfoot.
Mr. Sharp-horn did not mean to be unkind. But small animals are always kept in their own places by the larger ones until they have grown big enough to take their own part. That is one of the lessons goats and other animals have to learn.
Lightfoot was soon to have his lesson. He was eating away at the sweet grass, thinking how good it was, when he heard a clatter of hoofs.
Looking up quickly Lightfoot saw Mr. Sharp-horn running toward him swiftly. Lightfoot knew what that lowered head of the older goat meant.
“Go on down out of here!” bleated Mr. Sharp-horn.
“I don’t want to,” answered Lightfoot, and stamped with his forefeet, his hard hoofs rattling on the ground.