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MONI, THE GOAT-BOY
“And in summer there are berries,
There are plenty if it’s fine,
And the red ones and black ones,
I eat all from the vine.
There are plenty if it’s fine,
And the red ones and black ones,
I eat all from the vine.
“If there are nuts in the bushes
I know what to do.
Where the goats like to nibble,
There I can hunt too.
I know what to do.
Where the goats like to nibble,
There I can hunt too.
“And in winter I’m happy,
For weeping’s in vain,
And, besides, the glad springtime
Will soon come again.”
For weeping’s in vain,
And, besides, the glad springtime
Will soon come again.”
Now the height was reached where he usually stayed, and where he was going to remain for a while to-day. It was a little green table-land, with so broad a projection that one could see from the top all round about and far, far down into the valley. This projection was called the Pulpit-rock, and here Moni could often stay for hours at a time, gazing about him and whistling away, while his little goats quite contentedly sought their feed around him.
As soon as Moni arrived, he took his provision bag from his back, laid it in a little hole in the ground, which he had dug out for this purpose, then went to the Pulpit-rock and threw himself on the grass in order to enjoy himself fully.
