Little Goat went to find the sweetest grass.
The sky was blue above. But she did not look up.
The river gurgled below. But Little Goat did not listen to its song.
A bird called to her, saying, “How do you do?”
But Little Goat didn’t answer.
She just walked along looking for the sweetest grass.
As she walked along, Little Goat moved further and further away from Mother Goat.
Little Goat found the sweetest grass. She ate and ate.
She had walked far from Mother Goat.
Mother Goat wondered where Little Goat had gone.
She looked in the mealie patch, but Little Goat was not there.
Mother Goat ran to the river. But Little Goat was not there.
“Where are you, Little Goat,” bleated Mother Goat.
A bird called to Mother Goat. “Little Goat is asleep in the sweet grass across the bridge.”
Mother Goat crossed the bridge, to the sweet grass.
There she found Little Goat fast asleep.
“Wake up, Little Goat,” said Mother Goat gently. “You were lost!”
“I wasn’t lost… I have been here all the time!” said Little Goat.
Credits
Originally published by Book Dash under a Creative Commons Licensed BY 4.0. This book can be read for free on https://bookdash.org/books/little-goat and was created by: Nicola Anne Smith (Illustrator), Nabeela Kalla (Editor), Mirna Lawrence (Writer), Tiffany Mac Sherry (Designer)
