*‘We will call her La Princess Perdue – the Lost Princess. And in a few days she will be feeling much better. See!’ He reached in to his pocket and produced a handful of grain. The Snow Goose opened her round yellow eyes and nibbled at it.
The child laughed with delight and then suddenly caught her breath with alarm as the full import of where she was pressed in upon her, and without a word she turned and fled out of the door...*
From The Snow Goose by Paul Gallico
My Beloved Husband also has a goose here: