Tuesday, December 07, 2010
GOOFY THE GOAT
This is a cute story about the reforming of a goat, published by James and Jonathan Company in 1946. The author, Dorothea Snow also wrote the popular picture book, "Puddlejumper". There really isn't a whole lot to the storyline in Goofy, but it caught my eye enough to post here. Plus goofy is a favorite adjective of mine.
"The little gray goat was the goofiest animal on the farm. His horns were long. His tail was short. His feet were big.
He LOOKED goofy.
He ate tin cans and washing off the line. He butted his head into posts and trees. He even butted his head into people every chance he got.
He ACTED goofy.
All day long he said, "Baaaaa, Baaaaa!" in a high squeaky voice.
He SOUNDED goofy.
One day the goofiest looking car drove into the farmyard. The goofy looking car stopped and out climbed the goofiest looking family.
The man, who was thin, wore a big checked suit. The woman, who was fat, wore a dress with stripes going round and round, and a hat with chicken feathers and cherries on it. The boy wore overalls with one long leg and one short leg. The girl wore a dress with a big sunflower pinned on it.
"We hear you have a goofy goat," said the thin man.
"We'll sell him," said the farmer.
"We'll sell him cheap," said the farmer's wife.
"We'll give him away," said the farmer's boy.
They introduced themselves to Goofy as Oscaritis Noony, Maryitis Noony, Mr. Noony and Mrs. Noony.
At last, after driving up and down hills and around many curves, Mr. Noony drove up to the goofiest looking house. The house was built every which way.
The front porch was on the back and the back porch was on the front. The chimney was crooked and the fireplace was on the outside. Everything that belonged in the backyard was in the front and everything that belonged in the frontyard was in the back.
"We're home!" the Noonys shouted.
The Noony's put Goofy into another goofy looking house. It looked like a big ice-cream cone upside down. It had round windows and a three cornered door.
Goofy stuck his head out of the door. "Baaaaa!" he said. "This is wonderful. I'm going to like living here."
And he wiggled his whiskers and grinned.
That night Oscaritis Noony and Maryitis Noony brought Goofy his supper. It was not hay. It was not grass. It was not clover. It was THISTLES!
The next day Oscaritis Noony and Maryitis Noony brought Goofy into the front yard. There Goofy saw the Noony pig. It was a BLUE pig.
"I have seen black pigs and white pigs and gray pigs," Goofy said to him. "But I never saw a blue pig before. How come?"
"I was a white pig once," said the Noony pig sadly. "But the Noonys painted me blue."
Then Goofy saw the Noony cow. It was a GREEN cow.
"I was a brown cow once," said the Noony cow sadly. "But the Noony's painted me green.
Goofy looked around and saw he saw queerly colored chickens, ducks, rabbits and geese. In fact, all the animals wore the goofiest colors. And then he saw Oscaritis and Maryitis Noony coming toward HIM with a can of red paint.
"Baaaaa!" shouted Goofy. "I don't want to be a red goat. That would be too Goofy for me."
And he put down his head and butted into Maryitis and Oscaritis Noony. He butted them right into the pail of red paint.
At last Goofy arrived back to his own farm.
"Here's that goofy goat again!" cried the farmer's boy.
"Why couldn't he stay with the the goofy Noonys?" the farmer said. "That's where he belongs."
Goofy wiggled his whiskers and grinned. He felt so happy about being back on the farm that he HAD to butt something. He put his head down and started toward---but he didn't butt the farmer. He only butted the post on the farmyard fence.
"That's funny," said the farmer, "when he was here before he would have butted me no matter how many posts were around."
Goofy felt hungry. He trotted right past three pairs of stockings that hung on the line. He stopped to eat an old pasteboard box that was lying on the ground.
"That's funny," said the farmer's wife, "when he was here before he would never have passed up my stockings for a pasteboard box."
The farmer's boy went to the barn and got Goofy's cart and harness. Goofy stood still while he was being harnessed. Then he began to pull the cart just like any other goat would.
"That's funny," said the farmer's boy, "when he was here before he would have upset the cart or else."
"Well," said the farmer's wife, "he may look goofy and sound goofy but he can't help that. If he has stopped acting goofy he may stay right here."
"Baaaaaa! Baaaaa! Baaaaa!" shouted Goofy. And he wiggled his whiskers and grinned.