Once, a boy visiting the countryside for the first time pointed at a goat and said: "Mom, what strange little cows!" How can you introduce children to farm animals without leaving your apartment? With the help of our new short fairy tale. For a few minutes, it will transport a little one to a farm and tell how goats live and what they think about while walking in the yard.
A young white goat named Nyuska came out into the yard with her large herd and saw snow for the first time.
It covered all the earth in the yard, lay on the roof of a large long barn, wrapped the trees in a white coat, and painted the tall mesh fence a silvery color.
Looking at this sparkling beauty with her huge eyes, Nyuska licked the trough with her pink tongue.
What are you doing? — asked Stesha, the oldest goat.
I thought it was new hay, or maybe feed. What if our watchdog Barbos scattered such beautiful food at night? — answered the young goat.
Baa-aa-aa! Baa-aa-aa! — the herd laughed together.
You were born in spring, — Nyuska's mother, the goat Mashka, began to tell her, — when the snow had already melted and the earth removed its white blanket. The sun shone brightly and warmed everything around. Green leaves began to grow on the trees, and tender grass on the meadow. The grass grows, and the owner cuts it with a scythe, dries it, and then stacks it in a haystack and feeds us with it in winter.
In summer, vegetables grow in the garden: beets, carrots, rutabaga, potatoes, pumpkin. Warm rain and sun help them ripen, — Mashka continued, — and then autumn comes. The rain becomes prickly, an evil wind appears, the leaves on the trees turn yellow, and the grass wilts from the cold. We sleep in a warm barn so we don't catch a cold. And then winter comes — snow covers the earth and trees, as happened today. And frost arrives.
And who is this frost? — Nyuska asked naively.
It's an evil fellow who pinches your nose and ears. He brings an icy blizzard with him. Then our owner doesn't let us outside, and we spend the whole day in the barn, chewing hay and bleating because we want to go outside, even though we know it's cold out there, — her mother explained.
In severe cold, we're given feed and juicy chopped vegetables. Today there's no strong frost or blizzard, so the owner let us out into the pen — to breathe fresh air, jump around and play, — added the oldest goat Stesha. And then she bleated, — do you hear? The owner is bringing us food!
Is the dog Barbos barking at someone? — the herd became alarmed.
Look, a stranger owner came with our owner, — Mashka sang softly, shielding Nyuska, — ours will probably give someone away. They're choosing now...
Maybe we should hide? Let's go into the barn, — Nyuska suggested.
It's too late, they've already looked us all over. They only take the young ones. Adults are needed. We give milk, which children love. It's very healthy. We have a lot of wool. They knit warm mittens and socks, hats and scarves from it. But you young ones still need to be raised and taught everything, — answered Stesha.
I hope they don't take me! I don't want to part with my mother, — squeaked the young goat. From worry, she trembled and stopped chewing the carrot.
Nyuska watched as the stranger owner took the young feisty goat Valka by the ears and led her to the gate.
How lucky I am! The other owner didn't choose me! I'm staying home! — thought Nyuska, happily munching on a piece of juicy pumpkin.
