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Billy Whiskers: The Autobiography of a Goat

Chapter 7: THE END.
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The goat narrator recounts a string of comical misadventures after being bought to pull a little cart, ranging from nighttime escapes and creekside scrapes to rambles into town that topple fruit stands and attract policemen. Episodic chapters follow further escapades—joining a fire patrol, performing in a circus, domestic entanglements with Nanny, and a series of weekday anecdotes—presented with humorous observation and vivid illustrations that emphasize the animal’s mischievous resourcefulness and the contrast between rural life and lively town scenes.

This made Nanny laugh and she called him a silly, old goose.

But what was the matter with Billy? He felt as strong and young as Nanny herself, and had forgotten his thirst and weariness of a few moments ago. Being only a goat, he did not know that happiness is the greatest elixir of life yet discovered.

"Wait a second, Nanny. I can't have this old fence between us," and Billy backed off, gave a spring and was over the fence beside Nanny in no time.

"Oh! Billy, how good it seems to have you back again. Now I have a great surprise for you. Come and see our two beautiful children. One is as white as snow and her I call Day. The other is as black as a coal, and him I call Night. They are twins, and two smarter, healthier kids you never saw.

"Night is very mischievous and reminds me of you all the time. Ever since you have been gone, I have walked to the fence every night and looked and waited for you to come back and it nearly broke my heart when night after night went by and you did not come."

Billy and Nanny walked over to where their babies were, and Billy assured her that they were the most beautiful kids his eyes had ever rested on, and he felt himself swelling with pride as the father of such handsome kids.

Nanny led Billy to the stream and while he was quenching his thirst and eating a little of the sweet grass and mint that grew on its bank, they told each other all that had happened since they parted.

I will leave Billy and Nanny here, and my next book will be about Day and Night, Billy and Nanny's kids.

THE END.