That's what I wanted most, to see the gloat go out and the goat come in.

The other goats had come back, drawn by curiosity, fear of the dark, or a simple desire for company, but the mother didn't push forward.

He yelled the rhyme aloud, and the goats came to him.

As they climbed, five goats came trotting down past them.

Uncle Sean's favorite goat came up and demanded to have his head rubbed, then followed after.

He reached out and the goat came hesitantly toward him.

Soon afterwards the old goat came home again from the forest.

He played a few merry little notes and the big goat came leaping lightly down to him.

Then a goat comes from the west, having a single large horn, crossing the earth without touching the ground.

He asked, "Did your story take place before the goats came?"