Geese are evil.
When I was five, I tried to feed one, and then a huge group of them chased me across a lawn. Honking at me. And I climbed onto a picnic table. And they SURROUNDED IT. AND KEPT MAKING NOISES. My granddad had to save me.
Evil evil geese...
Once at a picnic a goose stole my sandwich and attacked me so I somehow killed it (it involved me screaming and whacking the goose repeatedly with a ketchup bottle and then hitting it with a chair). My mom wanted to burry it and my dad wanted to eat it.
Moral of the story: geese are dicks and my dad is always hungry.
When I was five, I tried to feed one, and then a huge group of them chased me across a lawn. Honking at me. And I climbed onto a picnic table. And they SURROUNDED IT. AND KEPT MAKING NOISES. My granddad had to save me.
Evil evil geese...
Moral of the story: geese are dicks and my dad is always hungry.