By Liam Cheng, age 11
Once upon a time, there lived a couple. They recently got married and grew gardens. One particular day, the wife went outside to check on a garden and saw a goat eating up the plants! “Uhhhhh, can you please stop eating our plants?” asked the wife.
Then the goat raised his head up and opened his plant-filled mouth and spoke. “Bah! Don’t you know who I am?! I am the billy goat of the mount, so, so, you get out!” Then the goat turned his back to the wife, lifted his hind legs, and kicked the wife all the way back to her living room.
When her husband saw his wife sprawled on the couch, he asked what happened. So the wife explained what happened. “That’s terrible!” exclaimed the husband. “Now who should go get rid of that goat?” he questioned.
“I’ll do it!” piped a little voice. “Hellooooo!” But nobody heard it. “Hello?”
“Oh yeah! I should go!” exclaimed the husband. So he went to the garden, where the goat was munching on oregano. “Hey little goat, can you please leave our precious garden?” asked the husband.
Then the goat lifted its head and spoke. “Bah! Don’t you know who I am? I am the billy goat of the mount, so, so you get out!” And the goat turned his back to the husband, lifted his legs, and kicked him back to the doorstep, where his wife was waiting.
“Uhhhh!” groaned the wife. “Maybe we show — ” she started to say, but then, “Oh! For crying out loud!” The wife blinked her eyes. Then looked down at an ant on the ground.
“I think I know how to get rid of the goat!” exclaimed the ant. Then it gathered up its fellow ants, and they went in the goat’s fur.
Once inside, they bit down hard. “YEOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!” yelled the goat. The goat thrashed and thrashed and ran back to his mountain and the husband and wife lived happily ever after.
As for the ants, they snuck out of the goat and returned to their anthill, always ready to lend a hand.
THE END
