 Goose by Molly Bang, on a dreadfully dark and stormy night, an egg was blown right out of its nest. It rolled and rolled down a deep, deep hole until it landed in a den of woodchucks where a baby goose hatched out. That baby goose was adored by her new brothers and sisters and by her new mama and papa, who taught her everything they thought a youngster should know. That little goose learned very, very well, but the goose was often sad. She felt different from everyone else and nothing could make her feel better. Her family tried to make her happy, but they couldn't. Her friends tried to make her happy, but they couldn't. So the goose set off into the world to see what she could figure out by herself. Things only got worse and worse. The goose felt sadder and sadder. She was so lonely. She didn't notice where she was going. She lost her footing and fell down, down, down. She dropped, falling toward the ocean below, fighting to stay aloft. She flailed and flapped her wings and found out she could fly. You know, goose surprised everyone, especially herself. Goose, goose, fly, fly, woodchucks, sad, sad, different, different. Family, family, friends, friends.