Who is the thief, the story of the goat mother, the joke story

The white goat lives on the west side of the bridge, and the black goat lives on the east side of the bridge. One morning, the wind was beautiful and the sun was shining brightly. The two goats wanted to go to the other side of the river to pull grass to eat.

What a coincidence, they walked to the center of the bridge at the same time. The white goat walked onto the bridge while humming a song, while the black goat was lowering its head and thinking about what to do when pulling weeds home. Suddenly, their heads hit each other hard. The white goat shouted angrily: "Get out of the way, I'll go there first!" The black goat yelled viciously: "I should cross the bridge first!" "The bridge I got on first, I should cross first!" The white goat said unconvinced. "It's me..." "It's me..."

The two little goats became more and more noisy, and they even started fighting. The black goat thought to himself: How can it be my opponent? I must let it give way to me. So, the black goat lowered its head and used its horns to push against the opponent. The white goat, not to be outdone, took a step forward and pushed against the black goat. The strength of the two goats became stronger and stronger, and the bridge began to shake. With a "plop", the two rude little goats fell into the river at the same time. "Help! Help!" they shouted in unison. The mother of the goats heard the shouting and hurriedly pulled them ashore. The soaked kid lowered his head and regretted his rude behavior.