It is springtime in the steppes of far away Mongolia. A cheeky little goat Moyu lives there. He has long, dense hair that covers his small body like a warm soft coat that protects him from cold winter. He likes to play with Oyu, a nomadic girl who is his trusted and brave friend.
The snow melts away and the sun stands higher in the sky. Oyu is getting very excited and wants to go for a trip up a mountain near by to find first spring flowers. Moyu runs excited next to Oyu, but as they start climbing up the mountain it starts feeling very hot as the spring sun is strong. Moyu is starting to sweat and his face turns red.
‘Moyu’, cries out Oyu, who has already run ahead on the steep pathway, ‘hurry up, why did you slow down, old billy goat?’ But Moyu is too tired to answer, slowly trotting away under the warm winter coat.
‘I know what is the matter with you’, says Oyu. ‘You are too hot in your coat. I think I will have to comb you, to cool you down.’
Moyu has never been combed before and he does not like the thought of losing her coat. So while Oyu runs back to the house to get the comb, Moyu decides to escape. He quickly runs to his secret hiding place, a cave near by. But Oyu doesn’t let herself be tricked. She knows her little friend’s favorite hide-away from many times of playing hide & seek. She walks up to the cave and calls out.
‘Moyu, come out. You will like the combing a lot. It will feel like a massage and you will feel much lighter. You will love it.’
But Moyu wants to hear nothing of it. He retreats even deeper into the cave until you can see nothing more than his eyes, anxiously looking left and right.
Then Oyu says: “I am going to go to the river and play splashing game. It is going to feel really nice and fresh under this heat. Are you going to stay there, Moyu?” and she starts walking away from the cave. Moyu is looking at Oyu walking away and starts hesitating whether he should join her or not. Oyu’s silhouette is almost disappearing from sight – then Moyu cannot wait anymore and jumps out of the cave running after Oyu. But Oyu is quick on her feet to catch Moyu and gently holding him tight and firm, she combs him with a smooth comb. Moyu can’t help starting to giggle. It feels a little bit ticklish at first - then very ticklish! Oyu starts giggling as well.
Once the combing is finished, there is a precious pile of cashmere fibre next to Moyu. It is like a light, soft cloud that has fallen from the sky. Moyu feels light and fresh. He could run up many mountains now.
“Cashmere combed off you will be enough to make one sweater for a little boy or little girl.’ says Oyu. ‘Look, I am wearing a cashmere sweater from last year’s combing.” Moyu strikes his cheek on Oyu’s sweater, again and again. It feels like a soft friend. He wishes he could be combed every day, so that he can be tickled and giggle with Oyu.
“Let’s go watch the sunset, Moyu! That happens every day” – and they run to the mountain to look down their beautiful valley under a setting sun.