"This happened to Pooh once," Opie said to Ollie through the fence.
"Did he get out?" asked Ollie.
"Yes!" Earnest the pig called from another paddock. "Honey was his downfall, as is grass on the other side of the fence for you," and he went about his way.
Ollie looked a bit perplexed, "I have no idea what honey has to do with this."
"It means your eyes were bigger than your head," said White Dog, who came by the gate to assess the situation.
"I think if we push, all together from this side," said Opie.
So Opie, Else and White Dog pushed. Sir Tripod encouraged everyone, "He's almost through!"
But the rescue effort came to a halt.
"I'm hopelessly stuck," said Ollie. "Oh well, she'll come and get me, she always does. And I have the grasses to eat."
"That's how your belly got so expanded in the first place," said Opie.
So I found him just like this, stuck, his hip bones were the culprit. With everyone still gathered, I held his belly in with my hands and pushed with my knees, forcing his string bean body backwards.
POP!
"Thank you ever so much," said Ollie.
"The fence is for you to stay on one side, and those grasses over there are not for you," I told him.
He leapt off in joy, jumped up on his rock, flapped his Nubian ears, and looked happy as can be. A mix of danger, good grass and freedom is a good way to start the day...when you're a 2 month old goat with nothing but time on your hands.
