"Oh," said the first goat, "here is a chance to get into that field. I do not think that we want to eat rye--there is plenty of grass on the hill. But we can go in and see what it is like, just the same." With that he turned aside from the road and went through the hole into the ryefield, and the others followed after him. "Here," cried the boy, "come out of that!" But the goats did not come out, so the boy climbed over the fence and started after them to chase them out. But the goats just ran round and round in the field, until at last the little boy was so tired that he sat down by the fence and cried. By-and-by a dog came down the road. "Why, little boy," he said, "what are you crying for?" "I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was driving them along the road to the hills and they went through the fence, and I have chased them and chased them, and they will not come out." "Well," said the dog, "that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here and I will go into the field and chase them out for you." So the dog ran through the hole and started after the goats, barking loudly. When the goats saw him coming they started to run, and ran round and round in the field until at last the dog was so tired that he sat down by the fence and cried. By-and-by a fox came trotting down the road. "Why, dog," he said, "what are you crying for?" "I am crying because little boy is crying," said the dog. "And what are you crying for, little boy?" asked the fox. "I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was driving them along the road to the hills and they went through the fence, and I have chased them and chased them and they will not come out." "Well," said the fox, "that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here and I will go into the field and chase them out for you." So the fox ran through the hole and started after the goats, barking shrilly. And when they saw him coming they started to run, and ran round and round in the field until at last the fox was so tired that he sat down by the fence and cried. By-and-by a bee came flying lightly overhead. "Why, fox," he said, "why are you crying?" "I am crying because dog is crying," said the fox. "And why are you crying, dog?" asked the bee. "I am crying because little boy is crying," said the dog. "And why are you crying, little boy?" asked the bee. "I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was driving them along the road to the hills, and they went through the fence, and I have chased them and chased them and they will not come out!" "Oh," said the bee, "that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here and I will go into the field and chase them out for you." So he flew over the fence and flew straight to the first goat and began to buzz in his ear. The first goat lifted up his head and said: "Ho! What is this?" and he looked all around him, but could see nothing from which to run.