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Journal
November 1, 2005 Page 11
In Yunnan, spring is an especially beautiful season. Many hillsides come
alive with camellia and peach blossoms. The mornings are still misty but the
cold wintry chill is gone. People sit out in the warm sunshine to chat. The rains
are still some weeks away and the farmers are happy to sit and chat with one
another. It was on one such spring day when my student told me about his
goats. He used to look after goats during the spring school vacation though he
was no longer a goatherd. If he had not mentioned his background, I would
never have guessed that this eloquent medical undergraduate sitting next to
me was once a goatherd. Goats used to dot the wilderness of highland Yunnan
years ago.
Wen smiled as he told me about a time in his boyhood days when it suddenly
became fashionable for every household in his village to have a little flock of
goats. The village got together and bought several hundred goats at a good
bargain price and soon there was much bleating in the air.
During the school holidays, he had to take his family's goats out to the
pasture. Later, some families found the returns from the goats not worth their
time and effort. After all, not everybody liked goats' milk. They were not like
those who lived up on the mountains who relished goat produce. The
lowlanders ate mutton only in winter as it was considered too "heaty" a meat
for warm summer days.
His Uncle Jin came over one day and declared that he was giving their little
flock to Wen. Uncle Jin's goats were added to his . He was now in charge of a
whole herd of some 30 goats. These were herded together in a small bamboo
stable. The bleating increased for a while as they competed for space but they
soon settled in for the night.
The flock looked well in the morning when he came to bring them out. But as
soon as he led them out of the gate he was in trouble. "One group went east
and the other went west!" His goats turned left and walked on. His uncle's
animals turned right and trotted the other way.
Devotion
Tan Lai Yong , MD
557 Pasir Ris St 51
Apt10-205
Singapore 510557
E-mail: t
anlylc@pacific.net.sg
Are the Goats Thirsty?
From his upcoming book "Waiting for
Growth. Devotions from Old Testament
Poetry"
Dr Tan Lai Yong is pictured, with his
family (right back)