The goats were running up the hill, looking back over their shoulder. The noise from the engine far away was loud and frightening. A giant machine. The driver… Its kind had come from far away, somewhere beyond this world. They were huge like gods. Terrifying.
The goatherds walked slowly up the hill to find shelter for the night.
-The sound, one of them said to the other. -It’s getting closer.
-It won’t get up to the resting place. We’re safe here.
-I remember the first time I saw them, so long ago. I remember the tracks they made on the ground, wide, deep tracks, destroying everything in their way. Whole herds went lost. A few herders as well.
-Now we have learned how to hide.
They walked up towards the cave high up in the cliff. They had to climb, they weren’t as agile as the mountain goats they were herding. They reached the cave, gathered some sticks and grass for fire.
Far away they saw the machine cross the mountains further down. Things would never be the same again.