"You could have eaten it just as it was," she said, "its skin was so fine, like the skin of a blonde." All the men laughed at this, smacking their lips.

Lorilleux and Madame Lorilleux sniffed disdainfully, almost choking with rage to see such a goose on Clump-Clump's table.
"Well! We can't eat it whole," the laundress observed.

"Who'll cut it up?
No, no, not me! It's too big; I'm afraid of it." Coupeau offered his services.

_Mon Dieu!_ it was very simple.

You caught hold of the limbs, and pulled them off; the pieces were good all the same.