This is the story of a goose egg that can not hatch itself .. I help hole the egg shell little by little, because the mother goose was busy with her two children who have been away from the nest.
The goose son finally came out on his own after half-free of his egg. Slowly he could stand on his own, stand up, walk around in a small washbasin, and ... after he was strong and healthy he joined his two brothers (at first he thought he was his mother and always followed me).
Apparently the goose to recognize the goose is its flesh and accept it with pleasure. Now the children are grow... and when I pass by, he will chase me to grind my feet with his snout .. maybe he forgot that I ever saved his life.
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