The Great Class Difference
Klaas had done his best on the nest. First picked out a perfect location: Nice high, safe against potters when they wanted to eat and good protection from other trees, so that the wind could not get too much control. Then cut out to deliver twigs and twigs to create an artistic braid. Finally, he had taken care of a fluffy bottom to be able to pamper 'his' Gijsje.
But the graceful goose did not in any way appreciate his efforts. She didn't look up or back, she was just working on herself.
Look at her, gracefully holding her paw up. A little more practice and she can continue for the prima ballerina of the Swan Lake. Klaas shook his head over his own foolish thoughts that he would be good enough for her. The class difference was too big. Black versus white, and if they were of the same kind. No, he, Klaas, could rather put her out of his head. I'm sure it would be a matter of a few minutes before she went all the way for that slacker lying next to her, doing nothing.
