Farmer Bill stood at the edge of his sprawling fields, hands on his hips, scanning the horizon for any sign of his runaway goat. His once firm belief that one goat would be an amusing addition to his farm now seemed like a misguided notion. "Where did that lost goat go?" he muttered under his breath, squinting against the sunlight.

Farmer Bill set off down the well-trodden path, calling out for Gus, the lonely goat. The fields were vast, and Bill realized how easy it was for a small goat to disappear among the rows of crops. "Get a goat, they said. It would be fun, they said," Bill grumbled to himself, remembering the advice of his friends.

Gus, the goat, had found a small grove at the edge of the farm. The coolness of the shade provided a welcome respite from the warm sun. But even in this tranquil setting, Gus felt a pang of loneliness. The world was vast, and he longed for a companion to share it with.

As Farmer Bill approached the grove, he saw Gus standing alone, staring wistfully at the horizon. A realization dawned on him. "You can't just have one goat," he thought aloud, understanding at last that goats, like people, needed companionship.

Farmer Bill gently approached Gus, who bleated softly in recognition. "Let's get you a friend, Gus," Bill said with a smile, ruffling the goat's fur. Together, they walked back towards the farm, the promise of new beginnings in the air.

In the weeks that followed, Farmer Bill brought home another goat, and the farm was filled with the joyful sounds of bleating and playful antics. Gus was no longer lonely, and Bill learned that the heart of his farm wasn't in the crops or the land, but in the friendships he fostered.