'A duck!' I said
'A goose,' C corrected me.
'Where did you get her?' I asked.
'From a neighbour,' C answered.
'Um, is she for food or for company?' (it's as well not to make assumptions...)
'Company! And eggs...' she added.
'Ah, big eggs. Is it a girl or a boy?'
'It's too soon to know.'
Clémentine thinks that C is her mother. You can understand this because C is very beautiful and very kind. Clémentine spent our English lesson snuggled on C's lap making happy little cheeping noises, but C was very good and always concentrated on her work.
I asked her to send me a photo to show to Tom, because he especially loves geese (which is an irregular plural, of course). I asked if I could put the photo on my blog.
'C'est quoi votre blog?' came the reply.
When I explained what manner of truc my blog was, C was more than happy for Clémentine to appear. She has grown already, I'm told, so when I see them next week she'll probably be flying around the kitchen.