[Original]

Now, about a dozen miles off, Condé way, there is a village where the geese are so grand that all the world talks of nothing but the Hergnies geese.

‘When I grow up,’ said Johnny, ‘I’ll go to Hergnies and eat goose.’

[Original]

So, at long and at last, one autumn evening he left the cows in the lurch, and off he went, without beat of drum.

Now, whether he came back as poor as he started, and what a great love of roast goose brought Silly Billy to, that’s what we are going to tell you!

So Johnny Nut followed his nose, and asked his way, and at nightfall he reached the village of Escau-bridge.

‘You can’t show me the way to Hergnies, mother?’ cried Johnny to the farmer’s wife, who was just sitting down to supper.