It was a blustery day at Goose Down Falls, and the natives were restless.
I had walked into the territory of George E. Goose; and I had interrupted his leisurely stroll with his lady, Martha A. Goose.
He proceeded to make inquiries . . .
He had some serious issues with me walking through without so much as a . . .
. . by your leave . .
This intrusion requires a full challenge and at least a quick snap of his powerful bill…
Only to find that despite his best efforts . .
I was on to him . . .
George appears to have received some military training . .
He soon attempts a flanking manuever . . .
Seeing the futility in this attempt to out flank me . .
George says to Martha . .
Let’s pretend that we’re not interested in this giant.
Very well, let’s be on our way.
I’ve grown tired of toying with this lumbering beast with huge feet.