The Young Goat and The Wolf

Once upon a time, in a village so quiet you could hear a feather fall—yup, it was that quiet—lived a young goat. This wasn't just any goat, oh no! This goat was like the superhero of goats, always wanting to climb stuff.

So, our superhero goat found a way to climb up to the top of a really tall barn. Imagine it like climbing the tallest slide at the playground! He felt sooo special up there, like a king of the castle.

One sunny day, he saw a wolf walking below him. Normally, wolves were the kind of things you'd run from, like having to eat yucky vegetables or take a bath. But looking down from his castle, he felt like the bravest goat ever!

He yelled down, "Hey, Mr. Wolf! You need a bath! You're so stinky, even the flowers are wilting!" He laughed like he'd just heard the best joke in the world.

The wolf stopped walking and looked up. He didn't growl or show his sharp teeth; he just smiled like he knew a secret joke.

"Hey, little buddy," the wolf said, grinning, "it's easy to make fun of me from way up there, huh? But remember, it's not really you being brave. It's 'cause you're way up high where I can't get you."

Then the wolf walked away like he was the coolest guy ever, like he just won a dance-off.

Our superhero goat sat there, thinking really hard about what the wolf had said. As he nibbled on some hay—'cause, you know, goats like to munch—he got it. The wolf was right! It's easy to be brave and make fun of others when you're way up high and safe.

So he sat there, munching and thinking, until he finally said to himself, "Wow, that's some deep stuff. Hey, who's got some snacks?"

And just like that, life in the super quiet—and sometimes pretty smart—village went on. Even our young, brave goat learned something big that day: Being brave and kind go together, and it's best to show it no matter where you are.

Up on a tall barn, a young goat stood,
Feeling quite proud, as any goat should.
His eyes roamed the village, then farther they'd sweep,
For from his high perch, he could see oh so deep.

Along came a wolf, walking quiet and sly,
But the goat felt so brave, he let insults just fly.
"You're silly! You're lazy!" the young goat did shout,
For he felt pretty safe, there was really no doubt.

The wolf looked up, but he didn't snarl or snap,
With a calm, gentle voice, he bridged the high gap.
"Little friend on the roof, it's easy to see,
Your words are not brave, they're as safe as can be."

"From way up above, you can talk tough and loud,
But remember, young friend, pride shouldn't be your shroud.
For it isn't your courage that makes you speak so,
It's the roof 'neath your hooves, that makes your cheek glow."

Then off went the wolf, not a snarl or a growl,
Leaving the goat pondering, deep in a scowl.
As he sat on his roof, his courage began to waver,
Realizing his bravery was something he could no longer savor.

Now when he looks down, from his lofty old space,
He remembers the wolf, and a humble smile takes its place.
For the goat learned a lesson, up high in his nook,
That courage is different from the way that you look.