She's my sister and one time, she got chased by a goose. I wish it could say it scarred her for life; sadly, I am the one with the emotional baggage after witnessing this event.
It was 1998. I was 15, she was 13. We were finishing up a picnic lunch of fast food outside. We were seated in a picturesque park located next to a river. As we were finishing, a tall white goose came nosing around our table.
I was gone in a flash. I can tolerate a duck from afar but I have no love for geese and their short tempers. I waited in the car, watching to see what would happen.
My sister approached the goose, who had his neck out waiting for a tasty French fry treat.
Something went wrong, I don't know what. But that goose lowered his neck so that it was parallel to the ground, puffed his wings out and charged my sister like a raging bull.
(This is the part where I googled images of angry geese and was so freaked out by looking at them that I decided not to put something so ugly on my blog.)
Mollye threw the entire contents of her fries on the ground and literally ran out of her flip flops to avoid the bird's wrath.
From the car, I screamed, "RUN, MOLLYE, RUN! HE'S GAINING ON YOU!!"
I looked like this:
She got to the car in record time and when my mom got in too, they proceeded to laugh. Thought the whole thing was funny.
I still don't think it's funny. No love for geese, thank you very much.
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