One morning, two goats, a black one and a white one, reached the opposite ends of the bridge at the same moment.
The black goat called out to the white one, “Hold on a minute; I am coming over.”
The white goat replied, “No, I will go over first; I am in a hurry.”
“No,” said the black goat, “I will not wait for you. I am the older.”
“You shall wait for me,” roared the white goat as he stepped upon the bridge and started across.
“We’ll see if I am to wait for you,” said the black goat, and he too started across.
They met in the middle of the bridge.
“Go back and let me cross,’ said the white goat, stamping his foot. “Go back, yourself,” replied the black goat, and he pushed against the other.
They were very angry. Each drew back. Their heads came together with terrible force. They locked horns. The white goat lost his footing and fell, pulling the black goat over with him, and both were drowned.
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