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Updated: May 7, 2025
'One man's meat is another man's poison' is met by 'What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander' and so on. But don't you think it absurd to cling to old customs that are dying a natural death? Learn of the past, if you like, but live in the present, and make your laws to meet its needs.
The fellow vaulted into the paddock when Selinus was at its further corner. The moment the beast saw him he charged at full-run, screaming like an angry gander, the picture of a man-killer, ears laid back, nostrils wide and red, mouth open, teeth bared, forehoofs lashing out high in front, an equine fury.
Uncle Wiggily made his airship go faster, and then he saw, coming toward him, a big bird, with large wings. "Why, that looks just like my old friend, Grandfather Goosey Gander," Uncle Wiggily thought to himself. "I wonder why he is flying so high? He hardly ever goes up so near the clouds.
Crow says, in some poetry I've got of his, that one animal is always like others of his kind. If old Mr. Frog went down the throat of a duck, I don't know why his grandson shouldn't feel proud of being taken in by one of the goose family." While Mrs. Gray Goose was talking, Mr. Gander had been running at full speed in pursuit of Mr.
We were sitting near the river, as we are sitting now, and a gray wolf ran down from the opposite bank and caught a gander?" "Yes, I remember it as if it were yesterday," replied Dic. "Geese are such fools when they are frightened," continued Rita, clinging to her subject. "So are people," answered Dic. "We are all foolish when frightened.
Wilfrid set out to take the Gospel from the coast to the heathen dwelling in the dark and savage Andred's Weald. The slope was with them; and Goosey Gander made his own pace, slipping along with smooth and easy stride.
But before I arrived the poor gander did bleed. 'Alas! says the gander, 'I'm very ill-trated, For traicherous Mullen has me fairly defated; Bud had you been here for to show me fair play, I could leather his puckan around the lee bray. "Bravo! Matt," addressing the insensible schoolmaster "success, poet. Hurroo for the Findramore boys! the Bridge boys for ever!"
"My eyes close of their own accord about this time." One could easily see that the goose who talked with the gander was very old. Her entire feather outfit was ice-gray, without any dark streaks. The head was larger, the legs coarser, and the feet were more worn than any of the others. The feathers were stiff; the shoulders knotty; the neck thin. All this was due to age.
He picked it up, and was walking along with it back to where Grandfather Goosey Gander was waiting for him when, all of a sudden, out from behind a stump came Jennie Chipmunk, with a basket of popcorn balls. "Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" she exclaimed. "Don't you want to buy some popcorn balls? Our church is having a little fair, and we are all trying to earn some money.
A Cape Cod story about a wise old gander whose adventure on the sea insured him against the perils of the Thanksgiving hatchet. For boys or girls. There is one sound that I shall always remember. It is "Honk!" I spun around like a top, one summer day when I heard it, looking nervously in every direction.
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