The next day came the turn of the second son, and he found a fine place in the garden hedge where there were good green sprouts, and the goat ate them all up. In the evening, when he came to lead her home, he said, »Well, goat, have you had enough?« And the goat answered,
»I am so full,
I could not pull
Another blade of grass—ba! baa!«
»Then come home,« said the youth, and led her home, and tied her up. »Now,« said the old tailor, »has the goat had her proper food?«—»Oh,« answered the son, »she is so full, she no more can pull.« The tailor, not feeling satisfied, went out to the stall, and said, »My dear goat, are you really full?« And the goat answered,
»How can I be full?
There was nothing to pull,
Though I looked all about me—ba! baa!«
»The good-for-nothing rascal,« cried the tailor, »to let the dear creature go fasting!« and, running back, he chased the youth out of the house with his yard stick.