TEXT 122 199  The last job of the day was to gather the  
MTEXT 92 220 eggs the geese laid.  
TEXT 257 220 One goose had feathers as 
MTEXT 92 241 white as snow.
TEXT 220 241 She was a special friend to the
MTEXT 92 262 farmer.
TEXT 122 283  “Lay me an egg for a fine cake, my friend,” 
MTEXT 92 304  he said one day.  
TEXT 232 304 The goose laid an egg.
TEXT 421 304 It 
MTEXT 92 325  was unlike any egg he had ever seen.
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