"Are you homesick?" asked Jack.
"No," said the goat mournfully.
"Some other kind of sick?" suggested Jack, glad to find some one who would give him a civil answer.
"No," answered the goat; "but my mouth waters to taste those little tender twigs on that tree just out of my reach. If I only had a box," he added, shaking his head, "or something to stand on, I could get them easily."
"Jump up on my back, and eat as many as you want," said Jack, ever ready to do a favor.
The goat hesitated. "I am afraid I might hurt you," he said.
"Nothing ever hurts me," responded Jack. "Jump up." So the goat took courage, made a leap, and landed safely on the donkey's back.
Jack stood there patiently while his new friend made a dainty feast.
"Is it good?" he asked.