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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Are you the goat-boy of Fideris? Do the goats belong to the village below?" "Yes, to be sure!" was the reply. "Do you go up there with them every day?" "Yes, surely." "Is that so? and what is your name?" "Moni is my name " "Will you sing me the song once more, that you have just sung? We heard only one verse."
The big Sultan, the billy-goat, never showed himself but once, then he pushed away all he found near Moni, and bleated several times as significantly as if he had information to give about the condition of the flock, whose leader he felt himself to be.
The pious grandmother had never let Moni start away a single morning, without reminding him: "Moni, never forget how near you are up there to the dear Lord, and that He sees and hears everything, and you can hide nothing from His eyes. But never forget, either, that He is near to help you.
But when Moni came near his grandmother's with Maggerli on his shoulders, she didn't know at all what to make of it, and although Moni called from a distance: "She belongs to me, Grandmother, she belongs to me!" she didn't understand for some time what he meant.
Finally Moni stood alone with the brown one, his own goat, and with her he now went to the little house on the side of the mountain, where his grandmother was waiting for him, in the doorway. "Has all gone well, Moni?" she asked pleasantly, and then led the brown goat to her shed, and immediately began to milk her.
"Surely I will, and good night!" he called back, then trotted along with the goats, and in a short time the whole flock stood still below, a few steps from the Bath House by the rear building, for here Moni had to leave the goats belonging to the house, the beautiful white one and the black one with the pretty little kid.
"Yes, and you," interrupted Jorgli, "what great pleasure do you have up here? Just now you have had to get up six times while we were eating, just on account of that silly kid, to prevent it from falling down below is that a pleasure?" "Yes, I like to do that! Isn't it so, Maggerli? Come! Come here!" Moni jumped up and ran after the kid, for it was making dangerous leaps for sheer joy.
Maggerli did not look as if it would rather stay there, but pressed close to Moni and felt that it was under the best protection, for Moni had for a long time treated it better and more kindly than its own mother.
One sunny morning Moni had once more reached the Pulpit-rock, and was about to throw himself down, when he changed his mind. "No, go on! The last time you had to leave all the nice little plants because we had to go after Maggerli; now we will go up there again, so that you can finish nibbling them!"
The young white one and Swallow, so called because she was so small and nimble and darted everywhere, like swallows into their holes, always rushed together upon Moni, so that they would have thrown him down, if he had not already been stretched out on the ground, and then they immediately, darted off again.
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