"Like another dozen legs, I would," the girl wheezes, leaning on her knees to catch her breath. "Saracen, come back here! you half-hatched, obstreperous, rotten chirfugging bird!"
Saracen, if such is the goose's name, settles some yards away and stares at her smugly, only to take off again with a clamor of wings as she dives for him again.
Stargirl is never one to sit out on a merry chase. She sets off into the fray with a great whoop, in a flurry of skirts and ribbons. However, she only seems to leap and twirl in aimless circles rather than actually try and capture the errant goose.
Mosca, fortunately or unfortunately, is too intent on the chase to notice this immediately, and too deafened now by the shouts of other children to hear the slither in the grass.
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Saracen, if such is the goose's name, settles some yards away and stares at her smugly, only to take off again with a clamor of wings as she dives for him again.
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"Thou scoundrel! Thou wilt return to thy lady this instant!"
(And scold.)
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