Leon came running and pulled her out.

The swelled corn rolled in a little trail after her, and the pigs ran up and began to eat it.

Pigs are named righter than anything else I know.
"Busted!" cried Leon in tones of awe; about the worst awe you ever heard, and the worst bust you ever saw.
From bill to breast she was wide open, and the hominy spilling.

We just stood staring at her, and then Leon began to kick the pigs; because it would be no use to kick the goose; she would never know.
Then he took her up, carried her into the barn, and put her on the floor where the other geese had stayed all night.

We stood and looked at her some more, as if looking and hoping would make her get up and be alive again.