Mater was sick of climbing up and
down the mountain. He liked to keep track of where everyone was, but he also
needed food, meaning that he had to move every now and again. The only way that
he could achieve his objective was to create an area where he could safely
store some food in his shelter without being disturbed. This would require a
constant effort to upkeep; and it was a shame that he couldn’t persuade one of
the other goats to do it for him. But he didn’t really have anything to offer
them in return. If he could find just one goat that shared his objective then
his problems would instantly be halved. But they were content with the humans
wading through their territory provided that both parties kept a safe distance
from each other.
‘But don’t they disturb you?’ he’d
ask.
‘Yes, but they don’t live here.
At some point they go away.’
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