The Herd and the Heeded

In a little town with lots of hills there was a small cottage next to a small field with a pen full of goats. (Imagine a picture of a bright cottage in the middle of a vegetable patch.) The cottage had lots of tiny flowers and green vines growing all over. I was quite a sight compared to the drab scenery of the brown and tan fields. In this cottage lived Peaches the fox. She was proud of her pretty cottage, her field full of vegetables, and her goats.
One day Peaches noticed that all of her goats were running all over the field. They had gotten out of their pen and were eating and trampling on all of her carrots and lettuce. (Insert picture of goats running amuck.) She ran as fast as she could out of her cottage and into the field. Peaches went right into the middle of all the goats. She put both her hands on her hips and yelled as loud as she could, “Goats, get back in your pen!!”
The goats made no sounds but the sounds of their chewing and stomping. She looked around and rumpled her brow. All of her beautiful vegetables were being ruined. She tried once more and yelled again louder than before. This time she put her hands on either side of her mouth to amplify the sound. “Goats, I say, get back into your pen at this instant!!” She yelled so loud that the hills shook a little.
The goats continued eating and stomping. Peaches blew a sharp breath out of her nose and ran back to her cottage. When she reached she looked back at her field and started to cry. She saw all her goats ruining all of her hard work. She sat down on a little patch of flowers on the side of the walkway to her pretty cottage. She put her head down and sobbed into her lap.
Miss Starr the Tortoise was walking down the lane and heard crying up ahead. He was curious as to where it was coming from and when he rounded the corner he saw Peaches the fox crying in front of her colorful cottage. Miss Starr asked Peaches why she was crying.
“All of my goats won’t get back into there pen and they are ruining my field.”
“I can try if you like, Peaches.”
“The won’t listen to me, Miss Starr, they just want to eat and stomp.” Peaches sobbed more and more.
“Peaches let me try and you will see.” Misses Starr walked into the field and went to the misbehaving goats. He put both of his hands up in the air and said real stern like a teacher, “In to the Pen now!”
The goats just ate and stomped. Misses Starr looked puzzled and then went to Peaches and started crying with her. They sat on the little patch of flowers and cried for the goats. They both looked up when they heard a small but squeaky voice ask what they were crying about.
Misses Starr answered to Malaika the mouse, “All of Peaches’ goats will not go back into the pen and they are eating and stomping all of her vegetables.” Peaches sniffed and looked at the goats.
“Should I try and get them back into the pen?” Malaika the mouse squeaked.
“They only eat and stomp, but you can try.” Peaches sobbed more.
Malaika went to the field and started jumping on her tiny legs and saying real loud with her squeaky voice, “Goats! Get back into your pen! Goats, get back!” Her voice was so squeaky that the flowers on the cottage gave a leap. The goats did nothing but eat and stomp.
Malaika went to the little patch of flowers and sat with the others and started to cry. They sat and cried together not knowing what to do next when all of a sudden a little fly hovered right by them.
“What are you all crying about?” Asked Jewel the fly.
Malaika the mouse told her that the goats would not get back into their pen.
“Maybe I can get them back in?” Buzzed Jewel.
The three of them laughed and told Jewel that she has much to small of a voice to get them back into the pen.
“I can try.” Jewel said and buzzed off to the field. The others watched and started crying more knowing that the little fly would not be able to get all those goats back into the pen. They would just eat and stomp forever.
Jewel went to one of the goats and buzzed real quiet in his ear, “Will you go back into you pen, please?” Just then all of the goats started running towards the pen. Every last one of them.