Goats Racing to Cities
In a recent development economics class, we observed trends in and prospects for urbanisation. As I laugh out loud on the push factors for rural-urban migration in many developing countries, the story of the 'Three Billy Goats Gruff' fit my puzzle. In the beautiful story, a related set of billy goats could see a meadow green across a bridge, sumptuous to their thirsty minds and hungry bellies. The grass would likely be more nutritious than the brown and tasteless pasture fields they were presently sentenced to, so they thought. However, in order to get near the new and wonderful pasture, they would have to pass through a bridge manned by a wicked old troll, who lived to gobble up ambitious passerbys. The billy goats took turns at an attempt to cross the bridge, starting with the littlest goat. Against the odds posed by the wicked and greedy old troll, who laid in wait underneath the bridge, the first two goats argued their way to the other side. Finally, the biggest billy g