WHAT THE NANNY GOAT TOLD HER KIDS (CHAPTER 1)
CHAPTER 1
WHAT
PROVOKED THE WRATH of the nanny goat was the wife of its owner, Mrs Ransom,
this fateful day. She had pointed disdainfully at her and asked her youngest
daughter in a fit of anger if she wanted to be like the nanny goat’s teats
giving milk only when repeatedly hit.
The
nanny goat knew those words were directed at her. She had stayed that long in
the pen and had curiously observed human actions, especially of Mr Ransom and
his family, noting the words used in every act and milking (no pun intended)
the meaning from them.
By her superior intelligence ... the she-goat I mean, and she would henceforth be called Grace. To her wretched owners, the christening would have been hilarious. They never dared to name their goats though not so with their dogs and by her superior intelligence, Grace thought that had happened because the dogs were too stupid to stay awake and bark nonsensically in the pretext of guarding them at the slightest shake of a blade of grass stirred in the dark by the breeze.
The
Ransoms had two dogs, Muscle and Bone, and Grace had observed over the years
their fates were not better than hers notwithstanding the fact they were eating
from plates. But they shamelessly would pick the bones that came with their
meat and roll them on the ground, and with their teeth make them crackle for
hours on end, and this often grated on Grace’s nerves for one unmistakable
fact: she at times had suspected some bones could be those of some missing
billy goats.
Yes,
the fate the dogs shared with Grace was the point she had kids and they too had
had litters of puppies which often were cunningly removed from their presence
and the nanny goat could vouch, just like her, the two dogs had little
knowledge of their whereabouts.
So when Mrs Ransom pointed her youngest daughter to her and made that appalling statement, Grace thought it was high time for her to sensitize her two kids just gambolling innocently around about the intrigue in the pen in the Ransom’s compound. Then, she would show them the way out.
Grace’s
anger was so great that she almost immediately bleated and gestured to her kids
to draw close so she could peel the veil from their eyes and let them swiftly
into the idea lurking in her head.
But
cautiously she had thought again and then realized not to raise the Ransom’s
eyebrows which would botch her scheme to send her kids onto the path of
liberty, she resolved the best time to narrate her tale to them would be at
night when the rope was off her neck and they were comfortably huddling
together in the stall, the Ransoms had barricaded themselves deep in their
comfy rooms and the dogs were out in the cold parading the precincts of the
large compound, though Grace knew they often too strayed to scavenge in the
nearby waste dump, returning quickly to wag their tails at Mr Ransom and his
family as they woke in the morning.
Grace
glanced suspiciously at the other six goats in the pen browsing the bale of
leaves swinging on a rope between them. She was glad none read her mind.
She
was somewhat irritated by the nuisance of the lone billy goat in the pen,
sniffing, hissing and thumping the ground with its hoofs while attempting to
mate with the nanny goats. He was on a long rope which enabled him to move from
one end to the other of the pen.
Grace
did not envy his seeming freedom because, for all the others she had known
before him, they never lasted in the pen for more than a year, a period they
would breed to increase the stock and enrich their owners and then later were
sold to be meat for human plates in bars and during festivals and their bones after
the dogs would unceremoniously roll in the dust.
Her
kids were one female and one male and she would share her secret with both in
the dead hours of the night and see how they could quickly save their necks
before the Ransoms would think of tying them too to stakes in the pen. They
were free to roam now because in their freedom they were chained to her milk.
When they got acquainted with grass which abounds in the wild, the Ransoms
would rope them to the stakes for they knew once the kids tasted and loved
that, they might refuse to return to the pen.
Grace prayed for nightfall to set in motion something akin to a rebellion that could see future generations of goats on the path of real freedom.
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