The Bull and the Goat

Hooves pounded on the hillside. The bull was running for his life, with a lion close behind him. Ahead he saw the dark mouth of a cave, where shepherds had camped not long before, and he squeezed inside and turned around, panting hard.

Thud! Something hit him in the ribs.

He looked down. There stood a he-goat, left behind by the shepherds. The goat backed up, lowered his head and charged again. Thud! Back he went, and in he came once more. Thud!

The bull did not move. He did not even lower his horns. He stood with his eyes on the mouth of the cave, listening to the lion pace up and down outside.

"Butt away, as much as you like," he said quietly. "It is not you I fear. It is the lion. Let that monster go away, and I will soon show you the difference between a goat and a bull."