With a long suffering sigh and a shake of her head, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother puts on one of her older dresses and covers it with a full length apron. Stopping in the kitchen for a sack and one of the sharper knives, she comes out on the porch to survey the carnage.
"I need new down for some pillows, and if anyone even thinks about goosing me," this said with a sidelong look to Irish Tom, "remember I have a sharp knife in my hand."
That said, she steps down from the porch to start gathering geese.