The snow goose got better very quickly. By the middle of winter, she was able to walk about in the enclosure with the other bird. Fritha often walked to the lighthouse to see the Princess. At each visit her fear of Philip became less and less. She loved Philip’s story about this strange’ white princess. He showed her a map of Canada’ the goose’s home.
Then, one morning in June, the Princess left them.
Fritha was at the lighthouse at the time. She saw the great bird flying in wider and wider circles, up into the sky Her white shone in the spring sun.
‘Look!’ Fritha shouted to Philip. ‘Look at the Princess! Is she leaving us?’
Philip came running from his painting. The snow goose got smaller and smaller in the sky, and finally disappeared.
‘Yes the Princess is going home,’ he said quietly. ‘Listen, she saying goodbye.’
As they stood listening. The sad call of the snow goose came through the air.
Fritha did not come to the lighthouse after the snow goose left. Philip was alone again with his bird and his paintings.
That summer, from his memory, he painted a picture of a thin, untidy little girl with fair hair. The girl was carrying a big white bird.
The snow goose got better very quickly. By the middle of winter, she was able to walk about in the enclosure with the other bird. Fritha often walked to the lighthouse to see the Princess. At each visit her fear of Philip became less and less. She loved Philip’s story about this strange’ white princess. He showed her a map of Canada’ the goose’s home. Then, one morning in June, the Princess left them.Fritha was at the lighthouse at the time. She saw the great bird flying in wider and wider circles, up into the sky Her white shone in the spring sun.‘Look!’ Fritha shouted to Philip. ‘Look at the Princess! Is she leaving us?’Philip came running from his painting. The snow goose got smaller and smaller in the sky, and finally disappeared.‘Yes the Princess is going home,’ he said quietly. ‘Listen, she saying goodbye.’As they stood listening. The sad call of the snow goose came through the air.Fritha did not come to the lighthouse after the snow goose left. Philip was alone again with his bird and his paintings.That summer, from his memory, he painted a picture of a thin, untidy little girl with fair hair. The girl was carrying a big white bird.
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