Pip was a little baby goat.
He lived on a big green farm with his friends.
Pip liked to jump and play all day long.
He had soft white fur and tiny black hooves.
Every morning, Pip ate the sweet green grass.
The grass was cool and wet in the sun.
Pip shook his little head and wiggled his ears.
He was a very happy baby goat.
One day, Pip saw a big brown rock in the field.
The rock looked like a small mountain to him.
He wanted to climb all the way to the top.
"Can I do it?" Pip asked himself.
He took a small hop toward the rock.
His legs felt a bit shaky and weak.
Pip tried to jump up on the side.
He slipped and landed back on the grass.
It was a big fall for a little goat.
Pip felt a little bit sad and scared.
Mama Goat came over to see him.
She gave him a gentle nudge with her nose.
"Try one more time, Pip," she said.
"You are a strong and brave goat."
Pip took a very deep breath.
He ran fast toward the big brown rock.
Pip jumped high into the blue sky.
His feet landed right on the flat stone.
He was standing on the very top!
Pip felt very tall and very proud.
He looked out at the whole wide farm.
He saw the big red barn and the blue pond.
Pip gave a loud and happy bleat.
He felt like a king on his mountain.
A little bird flew by and chirped.
"Good job, Pip!" the bird seemed to say.
Pip wagged his short little tail.
He was the best jumper on the farm.
Soon, the sun began to go down.
It was time for a long nap.
Pip walked back to the warm barn.
He was tired from his big adventure.
He curled up next to Mama in the hay.
The hay was soft and smelled like flowers.
The little goat closed his eyes.
Pip fell fast asleep and dreamed of jumping.
