The story of Mr. Séguin's Little Goat, of Alphonse Daudet, alerts us to a dual reality. Right or wrong, depends on the choice we make. Would it be a bad choice if we chose the path of constraints but at the same time safety and stable? Or would it be a bad choice if we, instead, chose the path of freedom but at the same time of insecurity, adventure and diversity? Mr. Séguin's little goat made a choice.
The little goat lived in complete safety, well fed, protected from the hardships of their own existence. Admittedly, had no room to run, had no access to the diversity of life, but she had everything she needed to live peacefully. Further has an owner who treated her well, which daily removed the milk and liked her very much. She was a lovely little goat, docile, affectionate, leaving milk without stirring, without putting their feet in the bucket.
Everything went well until one day she began to look at the mountain and realized that the world and life did not end there. So began thinking about how should be well up there, jumping between the vegetation without the damn rope around her neck!...
From that moment she seemed insipid. Befallen her boredom. Lost weight. The milk has declined. It was painful to see her dragging the rope all day, but looking the mountain. Mr. Séguin, the owner, was very upset, even worse when the little goat said to him: «Mr. Séguin, I'm not happy in this house, let me go to the mountain.»
The man stunned, became enraged. He offered to the little goat more pasture extending the rope and tried to find what she needed, but the little goat tried again: «I want to go to the mountain, Mr. Séguin.»
Then the owner used a second strategy. The fear: «But, my little goat, don't you know there's a wolf in the mountain? What will you do when he comes? He already ate a lot of goats, greater than you...»
But again the little goat insisted: «It doesn't matter, Mr. Séguin, let me go to the mountain.»
Then came a position of strength: «Well, no ... I'll save you, to your regret! And because I am afraid that the rope breaks, I'll close the barn, and you'll be there forever.» The problem is that he forgot to close a window (after all, there is always a window...). And the little goat escaped...
Oh, how happy little goat became! No rope, no yoke, nothing in the way and lots of tasty grass, thousands of plants too... It was all very different from Mr. Séguin's house. With a forest full of wild flowers, the little goat rolled along the slopes. Even a young fawn had the luck to please to the little goat. The couple got lost in the woods for an hour or two. What a day, what a dream for the little goat.
Suddenly the wind cooled. The mountain became violet. It was the night... And with it the wolf, UUUUU! Uuuuu!
Down there, the horn of Mr. Séguin screamed one last call for the little goat back... But she didn't want to come back, remembering the yoke, the rope and the fence. She thought it was better to stay. The horn did not sound more...
Sudenly, The little goat heard behind her a rumor of leaves. She turned and saw the shadow of two short ears with two eyes that glittered... It was the wolf. (...)
Then the monster moved, and her little horns began to dance against the wolf. So brave little goat was. One after another, she redoubled the investees, and the wolf bites...
Until the goat, so exhausted from the struggle to resist itself was spread over the whole land spotted with blood... Then the wolf threw himself on the little goat and devoured her.