“High and mighty”

says the goat one day on a high mountain pass.

“High and mighty you are oh great mountain. I too shall be great if I can climb and master you too.”

“Oh? How is that so?” Responds the confused or perplexed mountain.

“How does it deem you are greater than I or much greater or just as great when you can climb all over me?

What is your measure of greatness? Your ability to step on my face and myself in letting you do so?

Where is my praise and reward for doing so or letting you do so?” Says the saddened mountain.

“I thought we were friends” says the goat.

“You should let me walk all over you to prove I am just as great if not better then you.”

“But why?” Says the perplexed mountain.

“I don’t do that to you? I never ask nor demand to walk all over your face to prove I am better if not stronger than me and you combined?

How is that strength? How is that friendship?

“Oh” says the goat.

“You were never truly my friend. I only said that to make you believe we are so that I can then walk all over you and for you to let me.”

And with that admission, the goat continues to climb without the mountain’s permission, slips and falls to its own death.