“We have reached the graveyard. But will you now tell me why have we come here?”
“Wait for a while and you will know.” He entered the graveyard.
He had reached quite ahead when the other fellow jogged to him, “Where are we going?”
“Why, to pick someone…” He guffawed.
“Don’t be sinister buddy and tell me.”
He had by then stopped near a grave.
“Why have you stopped, who is buried here?”
He ignored the question and picked up the kid standing solemnly behind the grave into his arms, “I have come to get him, meet Rosie’s kid goat.”