8. What’s Sweetest
A fable that follows: Cooked Goose
“Well… to every path its puddle,” answered the dog, speaking from experience. “Humph!” said the goat dismissively.
“Advice from a dog!” And so, that night, the goat snuck into the mare’s stall. Before sunrise (before there was enough light to know better) the farmer’s wife came out to feed and hitch the mare to the wagon.
“You feel thin, Bessy!” she said and she poured out a can of oat and barley. The goat ate several cans that way. But fortune frowned on the goat. The harness came next! “Why Bessy!” she said, tightening the harness, “you’re thin as a goat!” “Oof!” said the goat. Not until they were before the church did the first light of day reveal the poor goat!
The neighbors laughed themselves crooked. Church was canceled, the pastor saying: “There shall be no mirth before God!” The farmer and his wife dutifully frowned all the way home. The parched goat drank the farmyard dry and the barley in his belly plumped like a balloon. For two days that goat lay on his side. His rightward hooves pointed to heaven, the other hooves to the other place. His belly bloated for all the world between! “Ha!” said the other animals, “the lesson’s clear.”
“What’s sweetest is soonest bitter!”
Be it known that this fable is followed by: What’s Sweetest
❧The blockprint is by my daughter Juniper, Age 8.