And chased Roast-Goose. He woke and sighed,
And turned upon his other side.
IV.
There was a woman who owned a fine grey goose. “To-morrow,” said she, “I will pluck the goose for live feathers, so that I may take them to market and sell them for good hard money.”
This the goose heard, and liked it not. “Why should I grow live feathers for other folks to pluck?” said she to herself. So off she went into the wide world with nothing upon her back but what belonged to her.
By and by she came up with a sausage.
“Whither away, friend?” said the Grey Goose.
“Out into the wide world,” said the Sausage.