Angela came down the mountain with the goats. It had been a long, hot day and the goats had been fractious, but she was feeling very pleased with herself. The pasture on the lower slopes had burnt out long ago and they had had to go higher and higher up the mountain to find decent grazing. Today was the first time she'd taken the goats out on her own and she had found a wonderful glade with good, lush grass.

She looked smugly at the goats. Their coats were glossy and their ...