“Yeah, I’ve heard the songs,” says the Goat, oblivious to the summit winds. “I get it. You tell your story somehow, right?
“Thing is, he’s got it wrong. He’s some tragic hero, betrayed by a friend turned scoundrel? Nah. I’m not daring him to get back up. I just think he’s got the right to climb again.”
He scratches himself with his horns. “The truth? I didn’t even mean to push him. Pure accident. But you get a moose to listen. For that matter, what was a moose doing on a mountain to begin with?
“The analogy doesn’t really hold.”