Good Farmer Jenkins has quite a flock of geese, and since Christmas is coming, he's sprinkling double the amount of feed for his finely feathered meal tickets.

Yes, that's right, you poor fools, eat, eat, eat away, yes.

Yes, here's some more for you, and for you, and you, and you, and you.

Let no one say that I'm a stingy man, for this is my Christmas present to you.

Before I remove your pea-brained heads from your miserable necks.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Good riddance to such ridiculous animals, I say.

I won't miss your wretched honking for a moment.

No, I won't.

The only thing you're good for is to be roasted and stuffed.

But let me not be so unkind.

After all, I have already received a considerable amount of pre-orders from all the town butchers. Yes, I've found homes for you all. Now eat. Eat! Eat! Get nice and fat

hours later

farmer Jenkins's wife

Mabel come searching for her husband

who has not returned home for supper

Charles Charles are you come searching for her husband who has not returned home for supper.

Charles?

Charles, are you here?

Charles?

Are you in the barn, my dear?

Why are all the geese still in the pen?

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