THE TALE OF BUBBLE AND SQUEAK
" Ss-ss-ss-ss! Cackle, cackle, cackle! " said the goose and walked out
of the chalk circle. It went up to Squeak and pecked him hard on the leg.
'" Oooh! Don't! " said Squeak, and rubbed his leg. " I say, Bubble,
we forgot to have a loop of string ready to put round the goose's neck.
Where is there a piece? "
" I'll get it," said Bubble. " Ow! Get away, goose! Don't peck me in the back like that! Ow! "
The goose had given Bubble a few hard pecks. " Ss-ss-ss-ss, cackle, cackle, cackle! " it said.
Bubble ran to the string-tin, and got out a big piece of string. He made one end into a loop and went to the goose.
But the goose wasn't going to have string round its neck! No, no— it was going to have a fine time on its own! It pecked Bubble's hand so hard that Bubble dropped the string and began to cry.
The goose waddled into the larder and had a look round. There was a meat-pie there. The goose took a good peck at it, and liked
the taste very much. Before the brownies knew what was happening, the pie went down the goose's throat and it cackled in delight. That tasted good! It looked round for something else.
"Bubble! Look! The goose is eating all our food! " shouted Squeak. " Stop it, stop it! "
" Stop it yourself," wept Bubble, holding his pecked hand. " It is a perfectly horrid goose." The goose ate three apples, a jam tart, a cherry cake, and two lettuces. Then it pecked a big hole in a loaf of bread.
" Come out, come out! " shouted Squeak, smacking the goose with a broom.