Farmer Crelis had a nice farm, and also two beautiful paddocks (meadows).
On on meadow grazed a beautiful black goat, and in the other paddock he would buy, the next day, a cow.
To make things easy he had placed a plank across the ditch.
So, the next day one grazed in the vacant meadow. The good-looking goat became angry.
“What’s that strange creature doing there in that meadow,” he muttered to himself.
“Wait. I shall just go and ask him.”
And he stepped onto the plank. But the other goat also stepped on to the plank to go and ask him.
“Would you like to go away?” asked the black goat.
“Not for you,” said the other. Then “became” (sic) the black goat a telling blow.
But he hadn’t fallen on his horns (= He wasn’t going to take this. -My play on words.) and returned the blow.
But the board could not cope with that and turned over.
They went head under water.
This is the second story that I wrote in an exercise book, in primary school, in Gouda, in the Netherlands, in the early fifties.
Here, in New South Wales, at first, we called such an exercise book the pupil’s composition book.. Later it became: Written Expression and, just before I retired we encouraged pupils to publish in a large variety of ways.
I guess the beginnings were there, when my teacher, Mr Berretty, encouraged me to illustrate my tales, all that long ago.
PLEASE READ this story of girl meets boy