Chapter Two

 

The rainy season had begun. Billy was hungry. The white goat bounds off to the field to eat some grasses, weeds and tree bark. The goat did not worry about his safety.

It had rained for two days. Parts of the forest near the river were under water and it was cold. As the goat ate in a nearby bush, it began to rain again. Billy didn’t like it.

Each time it rains, it is hard for forest animals to enjoy meal time. “Oh my house,” Billy cried. He raised his head. He looked at the sky and to the corner of the forest he called home. “I forgot to lock my windows! If I do not go back  and lock them, the rain will mess things up. I have not eaten to my fill. What should I do?” Billy paused and tried to think. “I can always come back to the field,” he frowned. “If I don’t act fast, I won’t be safe. The river could overflow its bank. That could put me in danger.”

For his own safety, Billy had to go back home. As the poor goat bounds off, the river continues to rise. Rain water started creeping into the low lands. This slowed him down. As soon as Billy got to the corner of the forest he called home, he locked the door and windows. Safe and happy, he sank into his favorite chair.

Billy tried to read a book. After turning a few pages, he dozed off. Not long after, the goat was snoring hard on the chair.