“They breed special goats here, because the mountains are so steep,” said Cadvan. “On one side their legs are shorter than the other, so they can graze more comfortably.” “How strange,” said Maerad. “Poor things! What happens when they have to turn around? Wouldn’t that be a bit difficult for them?” “Well, they breed different goats for different hills — right-legged goats to move one way, and left-legged —” Elenxi snorted with laughter, and Maerad realized she’d been taken in. “Oh, that’s not fair! It might have been true,” she said. “And there I was believing you.”
