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Once upon a time there was a little goat whose growing horns made him believe he was a real goat capable of fending for himself. So one evening when his mother called and the herd moved home from the pastures, the little kid was not in a hurry, but just continued undeterred to eat the fresh crisp grass. A little later when he raised his head, the flock was gone.

He was all alone. The sun was setting. Long shadows crept across the ground. A cool wind crept up and made eerie noises in the grass.

The little kid shuddered as he thought of the terrible wolf. Then started running across the field while barking for his mother.

But not halfway across the field, near a cluster of trees, that big wolf! The little kid knew there was very little hope for him.