A gander, in particular, had such an admiration for him that he followed him wherever he went, and if he lost him for an instant, he would mount one of the knolls on the farm and stretch out his neck looking for him.

When he caught sight of him, he gabbled with delight, and running to him, waddled up and down beside him.

Every little while the pony put his nose down, and seemed to be having a conversation with the goose.

If the farmer whistled the pony and he started to run to him, the gander, knowing he could not keep up, would seize the pony's tail in his beak, and flapping his wings, would get along as fast as the pony did.

And the pony never kicked him.