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THE GOOSE AND THE GEESE. 



wiiig^^. If he stood still he Avas afraid they 

 would eat him up, and mamma would never 

 know where her little boy had gone to. 



Oh, he must get home to mamma; and, giving one great, big, 

 frightened yell, he stai-ted and ran, expecting the next moment to 

 feel the strong white wings beating him to the ground ; but, to his 

 great surprise, the geese made no objections to his going, and he 

 was soon showing his bleeding fingers to mamma and telling the 

 story of his wonderful escape. Mamma listened, and kissed the 

 little finger-tips and bound them up carefully. She rocked her 

 little boy in her arms and sang to him. Meanwhile the geese in 

 the orchard went on quietly nibbling the grass. They had for- 

 gotten all about him. 



