id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentence	flesch	summary	cache	txt
7897	Prentice, Amy	The Gray Goose's Story			.txt	text/plain	12146	529	86	All of us who lived there knew what it meant, and ran for dear life, with Mrs. Wild Goose at our heels, as she shrieked: 'What is she going to do?' 'She's going to pull out our feathers with which to stuff pillows and beds for Mr. Man to sleep on,' Mr. Gander said. This time Mr. Gander thought he might venture to speak, and he said, talking way down in his throat as he had heard Mr. Man: 'The nearest pond is our private property, and we do not care to have strangers there until we know if they are birds of quality.	cache/7897.txt	txt/7897.txt
