i don't like

mean geese. i was minding my own sweet business, strolling along the side of the water with my baby girl. i wanted to show her the pretty flowers down by the pond. we were engaged in our little babbled conversation when i got one of those "feelings." i looked up to find a flock of geese, like 9 of them, all staring straight at me, swimming as fast as they could, coming to see if we had anything to eat. i wouldn't have been very concerned except that i suddenly had flashbacks of when i got attacked by a goose who apparently needed to eat my shoelaces. so i slowly backed up. well, that didn't help. suddenly there were three geese on the ground, came out of nowhere, and were racing at us. so, needless to say, i ran back toward the playground, my knight in shining armor rescued me, and it was a happy ending. i told him to go see if the geese would charge at him, his response was, "nah, i don't really feel like killing a goose today."





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however, they are pretty from far away...