The Gate on the Hill
On a hill stood a School for Animals, and at its Gate sat a tortoise called Keeper. Every animal; the raft, the flock, the herd, the tribe, the brood, even the drove, all had to pass through the Gate to pay fees, collect exam cards, or see their results. Above it, in white paint, were the words: THE GATE NEVER SLEEPS. This was true for most of the year, mainly because nobody was there. In quiet months the Gate swung open for the three goats who checked by, the two hens who updated their profiles, and Keeper was praised at assemblies. But when fee season came and hundreds of hooves and paws crowded the hill, the Gate groaned, it is frustrated, it shuddered, and it is shut. "Too much traffic," "Maintenance ongoing," Keeper Tortoise explained. Nobody asked why a school that admitted the animals every year should be surprised when they showed up. At exam time, the animals needed their cards to enter the hall, and the Gate slept. "Be patient," said the pigs...