She did not exactly kill the golden goose, but began to sell out.
But first, I must show you this glorious bird—my golden goose!
But as soon as she touched her sisters, there she was, as fast as could be to the golden goose!
It was Don Tiburcio, still the guardian angel of the golden goose.
They did not understand that they had killed their golden goose.
He's not going ...