hans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished; if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. they said good morning to each other, and hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. the boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast. "just lift her," added he, and laid hold of her by the wings; "how heavy she is—she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. whoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth." "yes," said hans, as he weighed her in one hand, "she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one."