The Goat Who Counted Pebbles
Greta the goat liked to count. Each morning she counted the pebbles by the stream. There were always twelve.
One day there were only eleven. Greta looked left and right. "Somebody took my pebble!" she cried. She marched up to a duck. "Did you take it?"
"No," said the duck, and she waddled away.
Greta asked a frog, then a hen. Each one said no. By noon, Greta felt cross and tired. She sat down on a flat stone to rest.
The flat stone felt lumpy. She stood up and looked. There was the twelfth pebble, stuck to the bottom of her own hoof!
Greta blushed. She said sorry to the duck, the frog, and the hen. "I should have looked at my own feet first," she said.