Then all that was left of him was the stick,and this fell down on the back of a goose who was taking a walk by the side of the ditch.
“Good heavens!” cried the goose,“It is going to rain sticks?” and she rushed into the water.
“I knew I should create a great sensation.” gasped the rocket,and he went out.
A House of Pomegranates The Young King
It was the night before the day fixed for his coronation,and the young king was sitting alone in his beautiful chamber.His courtiers had all taken their leave of him,bowing their heads to the ground according to the ceremonious usage of the day,and had retired to the great hall of the palace,to receive a few last lessons from the professor of etiquette;there being some of them who had still quite natural manners,which in a courtier is,I need hardly say,a very grave offence.