In a village far away in the East there was a young girl named Lu Ming. Everyday Lu Ming went to the marketplace with her goat to sell apples to help feed her family. It wasn’t an easy life but she was happy. She would sing to the goat on her way to the village. He seemed to enjoy the company, too. Once in a while she would even give the goat an apple to munch while she scratched him behind the ears and told him stories. As the set each day, Lu Ming and her goat would make their way back home.
One wintry morning Lu Ming pulled her little apple cart up the long hill towards the village. As she reached down to wrap her shawls tighter around her tired shoulders, the cart slipped from her grasp and began rolling down the hill towards a little boy who was gathering wood for his fireplace. Lu Ming ran as quickly as she could to grab the cart but her legs, weary from the journey, could not keep up as the card sped away.
Just before the cart reached the little boy, a flash of white crashed into the cart, knocking it on its side and spilling apples along the road. The little boy was safe and Lu Ming was able to catch up to her toppled cart. But as she approached she saw the lifeless form of her little goat that had saved the boy from harm. A tear rolled down her rosy cheek as she realized her friend was gone.
Soon the story spread across the village about how Lu Ming’s goat saved the little boy. As years passed, the villagers could not quite remember the name of the little girl but they did remember The Luminous Goat. Some even say that on cold, wintry mornings you can see the white goat standing in the sunshine waiting for his little girl.
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