“Why do you travel that road?” said the Grey Goose.
“Why should I stay at home?” said the Sausage. “They stuff me with good meat and barley-meal over yonder, but they only do it for other folk’s feasting. That is the way with the world.”
“Yes, that is true,” said the Grey Goose; “and I too am going out into the world, for why should I grow live feathers for other folk’s plucking? So let us travel together, as we are both of a mind.”
Well, that suited the Sausage well enough, so off they went, arm in arm.
By and by they came up with a cock.
“Whither away, friend?” said the Grey Goose and the Sausage.
“Out into the wide world,” said the Cock.
“Why do you travel that road?” said the Grey Goose and the Sausage.
“Why should I stay at home?” said the Cock. “Every day they feed me with barley-corn, but it is only that I may split my throat in the mornings, calling the lads to the fields and the maids to the milking. That is the way with the world.”
“Yes, that is true,” said the Grey Goose; “why should I grow live feathers for other folk’s picking?”