Pushkar part deux

I walked up to one of Brahama's wives temples in Pushkar, and inevitably collected a group of five young boys. After the prerequisit of outstretched hopeful hands, they accepted their curious fate of finding a poor, American no less, tourist ("America, very rich country, no?" with the innocent head tilt). They accompany me up the hill bounding up the rock steps, chattering the whole way. They scamper towards me but stop a few inches away, just out of reach, then a few become brave and touch my hand and run awau, laughing. They show me the temples on each mountain top surrounding Pushkar in incomprehensible Hindi- I smile politely- and bid me goodbye as I head back to my guesthouse. Halfway down the mountain, I hear rocks tumbling behind me. Expecting to find my young friends, I turn, and then I begin to smile. Five small brown goats look at me silently. They hop towards me nimbly and stop two steps away. I reach out to them, and they leap past me, chirping-like barks squeaking out each time they land. I continue on, the goats stopping and staring expecftantly as I pause, all the while I wait for them to ask me for a rupee.