one of her legs is broken , and the end of the wing ; he said. 'but not badly. we muts cover the part of the wing that is hurt. then, in the spring, the feathers will grow and she'll be able to fly again. As he worked, he told her a wonderful story She's only a young snow goose, you know about a year old. She comes from Canada. Thats a big country far, far away across the ocean. In Canada the winters are very very cold, so cach year the snow geese fly south to warmer countries. But this time, as this snow goose was flying south, she flew into a great storm. 'It was a wild, wild storm, and the wind picked her up and carried her with it for many days and nights. She had strong wings, but they could not help her. At last the storm ended and she was able to fly south again. But now she was flying over England-a strange place to her, with strange birds. She was lost and tired, so she landed here in the friendly green marsh. And when she came down to rest, did we greet her like a visiting princess? No! A man with a gun tried to shoot her!'