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“A giant of my stature,” Ganderel honked to the frogs, “should not wade in filth. I shall seek my fortune.”

From the back of the hall, a loud HONK echoed. Ganderel waddled forward in his gleaming boots. giant goose puss in boots

Ganderel had inherited a pair of worn leather boots from a travelling shoemaker who had once taken shelter under his wing. The boots were scuffed, too small for the goose’s webbed feet, but Ganderel crammed them on anyway. In the cracked leather, he felt dapper. He felt distinguished . “A giant of my stature,” Ganderel honked to

“If you succeed,” the king announced to the court, “you shall have half my kingdom and the princess’s hand in marriage.” Ganderel had inherited a pair of worn leather

As for Jacques the farmer, Ganderel made sure he was given a lifetime supply of golden corn too. Because even a vain giant goose remembers the friend who gave him good boots.

Ganderel marched toward Castle Rocherouge. The boiling mud lake hissed and bubbled, dissolving anything that touched it. But Ganderel simply stepped onto the surface. His giant webbed feet, snug inside the waterproof boots, spread wide and distributed his weight like a snowshoe. He paddled across the mud as if it were a peaceful pond.