[Illustration: Girl feeding goat] A Pet Goat Lottie has a pet goat. She keeps it in the woodshed. Lottie’s goat has two horns which bend backward. He has a bearded chin, too. This goat is playful and quite tame. Sometimes the goat likes to be petted. At other times he doesn’t want to be touched at all. Sometimes Lottie’s goat is very friendly. But oftentimes he is ugly and cross. His actions are different at different times. He walks, stops short, runs or leaps. Sometimes he comes to you and sometimes he runs away from you. Lottie enjoys her goat, and thinks that he is an interesting pet. The Sheep “Lazy sheep, pray tell me why In the pleasant field you lie, Eating grass and daisies white, From the morning till the night; Everything can something do, But what kind of use are you?” “Nay, my little master, nay, Do not serve me so, I pray. Don’t you see the wool that grows On my back to make your clothes? Cold, ah, very cold you’d be, If you had not wool from me.” _Ann Taylor_ Mary’s Lamb Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school one day— That was against the rule. It made the children laugh and play, To see a lamb at school. And so the teacher turned him out, But still he lingered near, And waited patiently about, Till Mary did appear. And then he ran to her, and laid His head upon her arm, As if he said, “I’m not afraid— You’ll keep me from all harm.” [Illustration: Girl with lamb] “What makes the lamb love Mary so?” The eager children cry. “Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,” The teacher did reply. The Cow The friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart; She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple tart. She wanders lowing here and there, And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day. And blown by all the winds that pass, And wet with all the showers, She walks among the meadow grass, And eats the meadow flowers. _Robert Louis Stevenson_ [Illustration: Cow in field] In the Meadow Over in the meadow, Where the brook runs blue, The sheep says, “Baa!” And the cow says, “Moo!” My Father’s Fox My father had a fox. The fox came from Michigan. My uncle gave the fox to my father. When we got him, he was just a month old. He was brown in color. We kept him in a big cage down by the barn. He slept in a little box that I got for him.