So he went quite close and looked, and he saw that Grandfather
Goosey-Gander's right leg was held in between two sticks. The old
gentleman duck was in great pain.

"Is my leg broken?" he asked Jimmie.

"No," answered the little boy duck, "but some of the skin is scraped off."

"I knew it!" cried Grandfather Goosey-Gander. "Now I won't be able to go
fishing next week. Oh, I do seem to have the worst luck; don't I?"

"We will get you out," Lulu said to him, and then she and her brother went
to the aid of the poor old duck. They pushed this way and that way, and
they pulled that way and this way, and they lifted up on the pieces of
sticks, and they pushed down on them, but it was no use. Poor Grandfather
Goosey-Gander was stuck fast there, and I think it was a shame, but it
couldn't be helped. Oh my no, and a bit of peppermint candy besides!

"Well, I guess I will have to stay here and die," said the discouraged old
duck, and he felt so badly that he wept. Lulu and Jimmie cried also, they
felt so sorry. The three of them cried, and their tears were so many that
if they had cried long enough there would have been quite a pond there,
and they could have gone in swimming. That is, of course, all but
Grandfather Goosey-Gander, and he couldn't swim for he was held fast. But
they didn't weep long enough.

"Let's try once more," said Lulu, after a while, and then she and Jimmie
tried harder than ever to get grandfather's leg out. But they couldn't.

"If I only had a saw!" cried Jimmie, "I could get him loose."