"What, you think you're the only one who gets goats?"

She's trembling almost as much as the tiny kid is, from stress and exhaustion and the bitter mountain cold, but she can't stop grinning as she looks at the small group of children. The goat bleats again and she winces, eyes it.

"You are probably the reason they went over to begin with," she scolds, as it looks at her with liquid eyes. "What makes you think I'm putting you down so you can do it again?"