Mr. Seguin never had much luck with goats. He always lost them the same way – they chewed their cord, ran up into the mountains, and were eaten there by the big bad wolf. Neither the loving care of the master nor fear of the wolf ever stopped them. It seemed to him that the goats would pay any price to prance in the fresh air, free. M. Seguin, who couldn’t understand this nature in his goats, was completely stumped.