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     "Oh," was Coal-muzzle's small reply. He had no idea as to what to suggest. He wasn't sure if he even should.

     Alas, the Queen returned to her spinning. Coal-muzzle laid himself down beside her and began nibbling at the wool in her basket. He nibbled and nibbled until his belly was quite full and then ... he burped!

     "Oh, my goodness! Coal-muzzle! What did you do?" cried Frigga. "That was wool I spun for Dag's new morning cloak! He wanted something new to wear....and you ate it all up! How could you?"

     "Oh, I'm so sorry," winced the young billy goat. "I didn't even realize I was doing that," and crawled under Frigga's chair to hide his shame.

     Frigga got up and went down on her knees to try to pull the young goat from under the chair. "You have no idea what you did, do you? This is magic wool I spun! Who knows what will happen now that you ate it!" She frantically tried to grasp the leg of the goat so she could pull him out from under her chair.

     "Burp!" belched the little goat and, to Frigga's amazement, the chair lifted up quite on its own. Coal-muzzle was stuck to its bottom and was rising along with it.

     "Well, I'll be..." gasped the heavenly Queen. "I think I know how I can move Odin's couch around." And with that, she grabbed Coal-muzzle's hind legs and pulled him gently down along with the chair and wiggled him out from under it. She clung fast to the little goat and could feel herself being pulled upward, too. With great effort, she summoned up her own weight and remained firmly planted on the ground. "Whew!" she exclaimed, squeezing the goat until he burped once more.

     "What are you going to do to me?" wailed Coal-muzzle. "Ouch! Don't squeeze me so hard," he complained.

    "Hush! I have an idea and I need you to co-operate," replied Frigga while she loosened her grip on the little goat. "I'm going to put you under Odin's couch and when it lifts up, I'll turn it around. After that, I think I'll just let you fly around outside. Would you like that?" she grinned as Coal-muzzle's face shrank in terror.

     "I don't want to be a flying goat!" he cried.

      "Why not?" asked Frigga. "Both Tooth-gnasher and Tooth-cracker can fly. I thought you wanted to be just like them? Besides, I don't know how I can undo what you did to yourself. Maybe in due time the effects will wear off. But at this moment, I need you to co-operate with me."

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