Kids, start your day the Goose-er-iffic way, with new Quaker Gooseberries! The sugar-frosted, vitamin-packed oat cereal with a FREE GOOSE in every box. Collect the whole set! It’s the Goose-tastic part of this good-for-you breakfast!
Trade’ja two greys for that yellow, Luckypooka.
Ummmm… warm Fuzzies for breakfast!
Bleeen????
The Goose is out.(Zen coane)
Quacker Oats?
LOL warrior rabbit. I was trying to think up a witty comment, but you beat me to it.
gimmie some! gimmie some!!!
XD but you know that a “gooseberry” is really a genetic deficiency that kills off babies before they’re born, right? Not necessarily human babies. I’m thinking in terms of Drosophila flies.
But Terry Pratchett used the word in his book “Jingo” – for a deficient organiser – so it’s not just a geeky joke for genetic researchers.
Gooseberries are also just gooseberries, Varenoea. Like sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar..?
I think the berry gooseberry got their first, varenoea.
THERE first!
AAAAARGH!
*goes to iron hands*
‘Gooseberry’ can also mean an unwelcome person, like a ‘third wheel.’
But that little goose would be welcome at MY place ANY time.
NTMTOM – do you have 2 greys to trade?
I want to know where this all happens– sugar gliders and tiny puppehs with your manicure; fluffy gosleengs in your cereal box. Phoenix Arizona? Columbus Ohio? I clearly live in thr wrong market area.
PS “A free goose in every box” — is begging for a certain, erm, interpretation. And that’s the way I like it.
Theresa, i’m right there with you. I often wonder why those people who look after baby pandas have a job that was clearly meant to be mine!
I have nothing witty or clever to say.
Just, this is cute! I can almost feel how soft and fluffy that little creature is. What a way to start the day!
*opens lid and shoves entire arm into box, spilling cereal all over the kitchen while digging for free goose*
Theresa, once I was in Louisville, KY visiting my aunt. I was soaking in the bathtub one morning and my mom entered the bathroom with something bundled up in her apron. She leaned over the tub and let the bundle spill into the water. 6 baby ducklings! So, maybe Louisville?
Unfortunately, the water was a bit warmer than they were accustomed to, which had a bit of a laxative effect. So maybe not Louisville, but Indianapolis?
Oh Michelle!! The visual! The visual! OMG!
Everybody sing!
~Be kind to your web-footed friends,
For a duck may be somebody’s mother!
Be kind to your friends in the swamp
Where it’s very cold and very damp~
Man, all I got with my Apple Jacks was a crappy Indiana Jones light up spoon.
Michelle–I grew up in Louisville and I NEVER got a single duck with my bath. I musta lived on the wrong side of town
I wuv gooseberries!
Oh, and baby gooses too.
I’m thinkin’ we need a category for all these deelichous meals we’ve seen in the past few weeks.
Snap …. quackle …. pop.
Do they still give out a baby Vermicious Knid in the boxes of Quaker Snozzberries?
Waht cud pawsiblii bii bettuhr???
Mmmmm..cup of downy with my breakfast?
Gosling. Tsk. Do not insult the wee one by having cheerios alongside.
. . . better than a dingleberry.
Capn Crunch, now with Gooseberries!
Michelle – that is HI-larious!!! Bet you had to take another bath after that!!!!