The Wise Mamma Goose by Charlotte B. Herr
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trotting straight up to her, and wagged his tail just for her alone, and
told her how glad he was that she had been wise enough to use his house, and had taken such good care of the chickens while he was gone, and what a sensible little goose he thought she was! You might almost have knocked Mamma Goose over with one of her own feathers! She couldn't imagine who had told him. But perhaps it was the big white cock. |
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