The godmother wore an awkward smile for a long time, pondered for a while, and patted the little boy's head, leaving him wondering how she would explain to him, but with a smile, she said, "This goose is rather small, specially picked by grandma for you to eat, it's just right for a little one like you. In a while, when your dad comes back, you and grandma can pick a big one together, one that's suitable for adults like your dad to eat. You and grandma will roast it and prepare a fat and delicious roasted goose for your dad, so he can eat it while it's still hot from the grill, how does that sound?"
The little boy tilted his head and thought it over, then suddenly burst with joy, "Yeah! All right! I'll pick for dad, I'll roast for dad!"