In a distant land, there lived a hardworking Goatherd. He took care of a large flock of goats that roamed freely on the lush green hillside. He knew each goat by name and would guide them through the valley, whistling a tune and blowing his horn to keep them close.
One day, as the sun began to set, the Goatherd noticed one of his goats had strayed far from the flock. With a quick blow of his horn and a sharp whistle, he tried to call the wayward goat back. However, the goat was stubborn and refused to return, munching on a patch of delicious grass it had discovered.
The Goatherd became worried as it was getting darker, and the flock needed to return to the safety of the barn. In a last desperate attempt, he picked up a small stone and threw it towards the goat, hoping to startle it and bring it back to the flock.
To his dismay, the stone flew straight and hit the goat's horn, causing it to crack and break. The goat let out a pitiful bleat, and the Goatherd quickly ran over, filled with regret.
"I'm so sorry," he pleaded to the Goat, "Please, don't tell our master what happened."
The Goat, though in pain, looked at the Goatherd and replied calmly, "Even if I stay silent, my horn will tell the story for itself."
With this, the Goatherd understood that he couldn't hide his mistake. He gently guided the injured goat back to the barn, vowing to take better care next time and avoid hasty actions that could harm his charges.
In a faraway place, there was a goatherd who worked very hard looking after a big group of goats. These goats wandered freely on a grassy hillside. He knew each goat by its name and led them through the valleys, whistling tunes and blowing his horn to keep them together.
One evening, as the sun was setting, the goatherd noticed that one goat had wandered far from the group. He quickly blew his horn and whistled loudly to call the stray goat back. But the goat was stubborn and kept eating a tasty patch of grass it had found.
The goatherd started to worry because it was getting dark and he needed to bring the goats back to the safety of their barn. In a final attempt to get the goat's attention, he threw a stone, hoping to scare it into returning.
Unfortunately, the stone hit the goat's horn, breaking it. The goat cried out sadly, and the goatherd ran over, feeling very sorry.
"I'm so sorry," he said to the goat, "Please, don't let our master know what happened."
Even though the goat was hurt, it looked at the goatherd and said calmly, "Even if I don't say anything, my broken horn will show what happened."
Hearing this, the goatherd realized he couldn't hide his mistake. He carefully led the hurt goat back to the barn, promising to himself to be more careful in the future and not make quick decisions that could hurt his goats.
There is a man. He takes care of goats. He has many goats. The goats eat grass on a hill. The man knows each goat. He calls them by name. He blows his horn to keep them together.
One day, the sun goes down. The man sees one goat is far away. He blows his horn. He whistles. But the goat does not come back. The goat keeps eating grass.
The man is worried. It is getting dark. He wants to take the goats to the barn. He throws a small stone to scare the goat.
But the stone hits the goat's horn. The horn breaks. The goat cries. The man feels very sorry.
"I am sorry," he says. "Please, do not tell our master."
The goat is sad but calm. The goat says, "My horn shows what happened."
The man knows he cannot hide his mistake. He takes the goat to the barn. He promises to be more careful.
In a faraway place, there was a goatherd who worked very hard looking after a big group of goats. These goats wandered freely on a grassy hillside. He knew each goat by its name and led them through the valleys, whistling tunes and blowing his horn to keep them together.
One evening, as the sun was setting, the goatherd noticed that one goat had wandered far from the group. He quickly blew his horn and whistled loudly to call the stray goat back. But the goat was stubborn and kept eating a tasty patch of grass it had found.
The goatherd started to worry because it was getting dark and he needed to bring the goats back to the safety of their barn. In a final attempt to get the goat's attention, he threw a stone, hoping to scare it into returning.
Unfortunately, the stone hit the goat's horn, breaking it. The goat cried out sadly, and the goatherd ran over, feeling very sorry.
"I'm so sorry," he said to the goat, "Please, don't let our master know what happened."
Even though the goat was hurt, it looked at the goatherd and said calmly, "Even if I don't say anything, my broken horn will show what happened."
Hearing this, the goatherd realized he couldn't hide his mistake. He carefully led the hurt goat back to the barn, promising to himself to be more careful in the future and not make quick decisions that could hurt his goats.
In a land where the hills were so green they'd make you jealous, there was a Goatherd. Oh, not just any Goatherd! He was like the superhero of goat herders. When he whistled and tooted his horn, the goats listened as if he was singing their favorite bedtime story.
Now, this one day, right when the sun's saying, "Bye-bye, gotta go sleep," our Goatherd notices one of his goats has gone on a little snack adventure. This goat found a patch of grass so yummy it was like finding a treasure chest full of candy!
Goatherd goes full-on orchestra mode, blowing his horn and whistling. But this goat’s like, "Nah, I'm good. This grass is like my pizza, my ice cream, my everything!"
Time's running out, and Goatherd thinks, "Okay, let's give this goat a little surprise." He picks up a small stone and throws it. Zing! Crash! Oh-oh. The goat's horn cracks like a poorly built Lego tower.
The goat lets out a big "Meeehhh," which is goat for, "Hey! What's the big idea?"
Feeling like he stepped on a Lego, Goatherd runs over, saying, "Oh, that was bad, wasn't it? Can we, you know, keep it hush-hush?"
The goat looks up, all sage-like, and says, "Hush-hush? My broken horn will be screaming the news, buddy!"
Aha! Light bulb moment for Goatherd. "You're right, you're right. Can't hide the truth, can we?"
After that, Goatherd leads his fashionable, horn-challenged friend back to the gang. "No more stones from me, ever. Just sweet music and maybe a treat or two."
And from then on, Goatherd's actions were as gentle as a bedtime story. The goats still loved him, but let’s just say the goat with the broken horn got some extra-special treats.
The Goatherd sang, with a hillside so wide,
Guiding his goats, always side by side.
With a tune on his lips and horn in his hand,
He led them through valleys, across the lush land.
But one curious goat, to a meadow did stray,
Finding sweet grass, it decided to stay.
The Goatherd, he whistled and blew on his horn,
Hoping the goat back, as night soon was born.
As shadows grew long and the daylight did wane,
His worry grew deep, with each passing terrain.
A stone in his hand, he aimed with intent,
Hoping the goat would return, from where it went.
But alas! The stone flew, the horn it did crack,
A sound of pure sorrow, there was no turning back.
The goat cried in pain, as the Goatherd drew near,
In his eyes were the droplets, like rain about to pour.
"I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice full of woe,
"Forgive me dear goat, for the pain I did bestow."
The goat replied gently, its voice soft and low,
"My horn will tell tales of this blow."
Promising care, with lessons held tight,
The Goatherd led home, as stars lit the night.
His actions a lesson, for all to perceive,
Think twice before acting, or you might just grieve.
A person who looks after goats.
Walked around without a specific direction.
Making a high-pitched sound by blowing air.
Low areas between hills or mountains.
Unwilling to change or move.
Focusing on something or someone.
Trying to do something.
Hard, pointed part on a goat's head.
Happening in a way that is sad or unlucky.
Understood something clearly.
Looks after or helps keep safe.
In one place or group, not separate.
A long distance from here or there.
Makes a sound by blowing air from lips.
Feels bad because of thinking something is wrong.
A big building for keeping animals or things.
Make someone or something feel afraid.
A hard, pointed part on a goat's head.
Feeling bad for doing something wrong.
Something done wrong or incorrect.
A person who looks after goats.
Walked around without a specific direction.
Making a high-pitched sound by blowing air.
Low areas between hills or mountains.
Unwilling to change or move.
Focusing on something or someone.
Trying to do something.
Hard, pointed part on a goat's head.
Happening in a way that is sad or unlucky.
Understood something clearly.
What does the man take care of?
Where do the goats eat grass?
How does the man call the goats?
What happens to one goat at the end of the day?
How does the man feel when he breaks the goat's horn?
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