Goose Puss In Boots ~upd~ | Giant

“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, desperate, agreed.

Jacques pointed a trembling finger. “They took my harvest! And they mock my sheep!” 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 . “Your Majesty,” he said, “I have no interest

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. Jacques pointed a trembling finger

The bandits fled, vowing never to return.