The king wept with joy. He offered the goose a golden trough and the promised corn. The princess, who turned out to be a practical young woman, asked only one thing: “May I keep the goose?”
The bandits fled, vowing never to return. giant goose puss in boots
“Your Majesty,” he said, “I have no interest in marrying a sleeping princess. But I would like a solid gold feeding trough and a year’s supply of cracked corn. Deal?” The king wept with joy
Ganderel puffed out his chest. “Fear not, little man,” he boomed. “I am Ganderel, the Goose in Boots. State your grievance.” vowing never to return. “Your Majesty