The Lonely Goatherd

Peter gently picked up Schwänli the goat from the mountainside. Heidi loved her sweet goats' milk best. The old Alm-Uncle, too. There would be a great feast that night in the mountain cabin. Such wonderful times they had!
Peter climbed all the way down the Matterhörn before realising something quite horrible...Schwänli had absentmindedly gnawed off half his shoulder. The Grandmother would stitch the wound back together with a needle and thread bought from the village last Christmas; she was quite blind by now but could still sew.
The old Alm-Uncle said Schwänli's milk had never before tasted so...metallic.
Heidi grew an insatiable taste for cheese.