The Pesky Goat
translated and retold by Marisa Montes
Copyright © 2001 by Marisa Montes. All rights
reserved.
Doña Josefina
lived on the outskirts of Ciáles, a small town in the highlands of Puerto Rico.
Her tiny house was as spotless as a porcelain teacup. Although she lived alone,
except for her dog, Ladrón, and her cat, Misifú, Doña Josefina was too busy to
ever be lonely.
She spent all
her waking moments tending her beloved garden. Doña Josefina was known
throughout the island for her mano santa--the blessed hand that turned
all plants she touched into breathtaking specimens of splendrous color and
robust good health.
In the garden,
she grew prize-winning roses and orchids, hibiscus and hydrangea, and dozens of
jewel-colored flowers that grow only in the tropical climate of the lush
Caribbean Islands. The garden air was forever perfumed with the scent of roses
and honeysuckle.
Since Doña
Josefina had no children of her own, she watched over her garden as a mother
watches over her children. Each of her flowers was precious to her. She thanked
God daily for the gift of being the caretaker of such a delightful
paradise.
During the day,
her paradise attracted butterflies and hummingbirds, bees and ants, and
nightingales whose song was as sweet and pure as the water from a secret spring.
At night, the garden attracted worms and toads and coquíes, tiny Puerto
Rican tree frogs. One unfortunate night, the garden paradise also attracted a
pest.
The next
morning, Doña Josefina noticed, much to her distress, that the blossoms and
tender branches of several young hydrangea plants had been badly chewed. The
following morning, the leaves and flowers at the bottom of the large vine in
front of the house had disappeared. On the third morning, Doña Josefina
discovered that her begonias were gnawed almost to the root. Only stubby,
mangled fingers remained, protruding from the rich, black soil.
On each
occasion, Doña Josefina searched the ground for footprints or other signs as to
what was destroying her precious garden. But she could find no clue.
That night, Doña
Josefina didn't sleep. She stayed up all night watching from her window for the
culprit to appear. Just before dawn, something crept into the garden. Doña
Josefina held her breath and waited. As she watched, the thing seemed to rise
into the air and take the shape of a small white goat. The goat floated toward a
hydrangea plant. When it reached the plant, the goat began to feast on the large
balls of blossoms.
"Ay, ay, ay!"
cried Doña Josefina. "A cabra is destroying my precious
darlings!"
Doña Josefina
ran through the living room and out the front door. When she raced down the
slick, tile-covered steps, her heel slipped, and she twisted her
ankle.
"Oh, no!" she
cried. "What shall I do?"
Unable to
continue into the garden, Doña Josefina hobbled back into the house and called
her dog.
"Ladrón, I will
give you an extra helping of meat today if you'll go into the garden and chase
away that cabra."
"¡Seguro!" Ladrón replied with an enthusiastic bark. "Of course I'll do
it!"
Ladrón raced to
the garden, his jowls drooling at the thought of an extra helping of meat. He
sniffed loudly as he trotted around the flower beds, searching for the
goat.
The goat heard
him and prepared herself for an attack. She climbed onto a boulder that was
hidden behind a bush. Then she took a deep breath to make herself appear larger
and said in a deep, loud voice:
"Heed my words
and stay away.
I'll devour the first
to disobey!"
and stay away.
I'll devour the first
to disobey!"
To Ladrón, the
tiny goat seemed to have grown ten times its size. He swore that the goat's evil
eyes glowed like burning coals. Its teeth would put a crocodile to shame. He
didn't want to put those terrible teeth to a test, not for all the delicious
meat in Puerto Rico!
Ladrón became a
blur of spots and dust. He didn't stop running until he was safely under Doña
Josefina's bed. There, he turned into a mass of trembling fur and clattering
teeth. He refused to come out until morning, untempted by Doña Josefina's
promises of roasted meats and spicy sausages.
"Ay, ay, ay!"
cried Doña Josefina. "Now, what shall I do?"
At that moment,
Misifú rubbed up against the old woman's leg.
"Ah, Misifú!"
said Doña Josefina, stooping to pick up the white cat. "I'll give you two extra
helpings of fish tonight if you'll just go into the garden and chase away that
pesky cabra."
"Why not?"
Misifú replied with flick of her tail. "¿Porqué no? It might be
interesting to chase a goat."
In no particular
hurry, Misifú sauntered out to the garden. Because she made no effort to hide
herself, the goat spotted her strolling down the main garden path.
The pesky little
goat prepared herself for battle. She climbed halfway up a sturdy trellis,
poking her head between the vines. In a deep, loud voice, the pesky goat
said:
"Heed my words
and stay away.
I'll devour the first
to disobey!"
and stay away.
I'll devour the first
to disobey!"
Misifú froze in
her tracks. Her luminous eyes widened and searched the darkness like lanterns
for the owner of the voice. High above her head, Misifú saw a horrible head, the
shape and size of a dragon's. Huge horns stuck out above its eyes. At its sides
flapped large, wide wings. Its serpentine body entwined itself around the
trellis. Misifú swore that from the creature's nostrils flames escaped and
licked the sky.
This was no
pesky goat--this was a dragon! And there weren't enough helpings of fish in all
of Puerto Rico to tempt Misifú to tangle with a dragon. Misifú became a streak
of white in the darkness and didn't stop running until she was safely under Doña
Josefina's bed next to Ladrón. No promises of sweet cream and tender giblets
could entice her out.
Doña Josefina
placed her hands on top of her head. "Ay, ay, ay! ¿Qué haré? What shall I
do?"
In the meantime,
a bee had flown into the house through an open window. "¿Qué pasa, Doña
Josefina? What's the problem?"
"Ah, brave
abejita," began Doña Josefina, feeling some hope returning, "I'll give
you ten drops of honey if you'll chase that pesky, pesky cabra from my
garden."
The bee
considered Doña Josefina's proposition, and replied: "¡Seguro! It'll be
easy. The pesky goat will be gone in no time."
The bee buzzed
out the window and into the garden. He buzzed in and out of the flowers and
vines looking for the pesky goat. But the goat heard him and was ready. Rearing
up on her hind legs, she said in a deep, loud voice:
"Heed my words
and stay away.
I'll devour the first
to disobey!"
and stay away.
I'll devour the first
to disobey!"
The bee stared
at the white phantom that loomed up before him. Never had he seen anything so
large and hideous! It had to be the ghost of a dreadful ogre. No amount of honey
was worth standing up to a phantom ogre!
In the next
instant, the bee zoomed from the garden and didn't stop flying until he had
passed two barrios. He had no intention of ever returning to Doña
Josefina's garden paradise.
Doña Josefina
waited and waited for the bee to announce that the pesky goat was gone for good.
When the bee did not return, Doña Josefina began to cry.
"Ay, ay, ay! My
beloved garden. That pesky, pesky, pesky cabra is going to destroy it
all!"
The elderly
woman felt a sting on her ear. "No llores, Doña Josefina. Please, don't
cry," said a tiny voice. "Tell me your problem and perhaps I can
help."
Doña Josefina
flicked her ear and a little black ant dropped onto the palm of her hand. She
stared at the little ant in disbelief. If her faithful Ladrón, her irascible
Misifú, and a brave little bee could not chase away that pesky goat, how could a
tiny little ant?
"Hormiguita," began Doña Josefina, feeling desperate, "are you brave
enough to chase that pesky, pesky, pesky cabra from my
garden?"
"I'm willing to
try," said the little ant.
She crawled off
Doña Josefina's hand and into the garden. Because the little ant was so tiny and
quiet, she was able to sneak up on the pesky goat. Before the goat realized what
was happening, the little ant climbed onto the goat's hind leg. She stung the
goat in the leg, then on the stomach, then on the chest, and headed for her
ear.
All the while,
the pesky goat jumped and kicked and scratched. She rolled and rolled on the
ground. But she couldn't make the stinging stop. Suddenly, a voice sang
out:
"Heed my words
and go away.
I'll sting the one
who dares to stay!"
and go away.
I'll sting the one
who dares to stay!"
Believing the
garden had been invaded by an army of nasty stinging ants, the pesky goat ran
off, never to be heard from again.
Doña Josefina
rewarded the spunky little ant with all the sugar and bread crumbs she and her
friends could carry to their ant hill. When her ankle healed, Doña Josefina went
back to tending her beloved garden. With her help, the flowers and vines that
the goat had chewed quickly mended and all traces of the pesky goat
disappeared.
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