So the old tailor was left alone with the goat. The next day he went out to the stall and let out the goat, saying, »Come, my dear creature, I will take you myself to the willows.« So he led her by the string and brought her to the green hedges and pastures where there was plenty of food to her taste, and saying to her, »Now, for once, you can eat to your heart's content,« he left her there till the evening. Then he returned and said, »Well, goat, are you full?« She answered,
»I am so full,
I could not pull,
Another blade of grass—ba! baa!«
»Then come home,« said the tailor, and, leading her to her stall, he fastened her up. Before he left her he turned once more, saying, »Now then, for once you are full.« But the goat actually cried,
»How can I be full?
There was nothing to pull,
Though I looked all about me—ba! baa!«
When the tailor heard this he marveled and saw at once that his three sons had been sent away without reason. »Wait a minute,« cried he, »you ungrateful creature! You shall never come again!« And as the yard stick was too honorable a weapon, he took the whip and fetched her such a crack that with many a jump and spring she ran away.
The tailor felt very sad as he sat alone in his house and would willingly have had his sons back again, but no one knew where they had gone.