“Do you believe in goats?” Elsie asked her mother.
“Big Bessie says goats are made up. They ARE real, aren’t they, mummy?”
Buttercup smiled at her daughter, still young enough to wonder at such fairytales.
“Well, dear, they say the goat-folk live in meadows but, unlike mortal cattle, they needn’t stay; they can climb fences.” “But Bessie says climbing is pretend!” protested the little one. “Maybe, but that doesn’t stop the goat-folk! At twilight you can even hear them laughing as they clamber over the gate.”
Snowy gazed at the high fence. She wished she could climb like the goat-folk..