The baby goat, the kid, was born with fingers like a paintbrush that can draw the dreams; eyes like a virtual lens that can see the life of green trees, blowing air and objects around; ears that can listen to the sound of the flowing streams, the raindrops, the roaring seas and the silence of mountains; and a throat that can sing mountain melancholy, the birdsongs and the hymns of the earth. The Creator blessed him with a mind that can feel and experience others’ minds and a brain that can think beyond simply eating grasses what others usually do.
But the engineer father, the buck, wanted his kid to be an engineer; and the doctor mother, the doe wanted her kid to be a doctor. They, the buck and the doe, used to keep quarreling all the time whenever they get an opportunity to be together with the kid. Although they hardly got any time to be together as they remained out of the home the whole day, busy with their respective businesses. The kid had to spend the whole day under the strict care of a goat-maid who used to keep the kid on her lap all the time.
After six months, when the kid became buckling the parents, with great hope, had sent him to the school where the fox teacher would enlighten the kid to be a mature goat, a buck. But the fox, actually, was a dog who to earn a living wore an artificial skin of the fox. The greedy dog made his pupils to eat dry-hay instead of providing green grasses. Eventually, all the virtues the kid was born with died due to lack of nutrition. After six more months, at the end of the school, the kid came back to the home developing a body like a goat and a head like an ass.
The Pacifist 