Snow was falling from the sky. Seeking shelter from the storm, a goatherd drove his goats, all covered with white from the thickly falling snow, into a cave. He had thought the cave was empty, but he soon discovered that there were some wild horned goats who had already taken shelter there. The wild goats were far more numerous that his own goats and they were also bigger and stronger. The goatherd therefore tossed the fodder he had brought from the woods to the wild goats, while he let his own goats go hungry. When the weather cleared, he found that his own goats had died, while the wild goats had already gone away and were tramping their way through the untrodden thickets upon the mountains where animals had not yet grazed. The ridiculous goatherd went back home without any goats at all: hoping for a larger flock he did not even profit from the goats that were his to begin with.