LITTLE BLACK BALLS (5)

LITTLE BLACK BALLS (5)

I started to run again. I could see Billy munching some flowers in a garden just outside of town.
This was my chance.

Boy, was I tired. But I kept runnig. Even with a stitch.

Billy looked up just as I reached him. He broke into a trot along the footpath into town. He went past the shops.

People stopped and laughed as he passed.

" Stop that goat, " I yelled at the top of my voice.

But no one did. Everyone thought it was a great joke.

Billy run across the road against a red traffic light. And did something.

" Oh no, " I groaned.

Billy ran on.

I looked at the little black balls on the footpath.
There was nothing else I could do. I couldn't risk leaving them there. One of them might have the opal inside. 

I picked up the pellets of poo and shoved them into my pockets.

You can imagine how I felt.
There I was. On my hands and knees in the middle of the main street.
Picking up goat droppings in my bare hands. With everyone looking.

I went red in the face. Then I jumped up and tore after the goat. How embarrassing.

Well, it was terrible chase. Every time I caught up to Billy he dropped a few more pellets.
I had to stop and pick them up.

By the time I finally grabbed him my pockets were bulging with poo.
And people in the street thought I was crazy.

I walked slowly down the road, stopping every now and then to pick up Billy's latest offerings.

Finally I reached home. I took Billy into the back yard and tied him up behind the garage where Dad wouldn't see him.

" Don't make any noise, " I said. " This is a secret between you, me, and the little black balls."

" Baaa, " said Billy.

(つづく　5/9)