The Goose that Ruined My Life
It started innocently enough. I was on my way to work when I saw a goose waddling around the parking lot. Being a fan of nature, I thought it might be nice to feed it a few breadcrumbs. Big mistake.
That goose became my own personal tormentor. It would follow me to my car every morning and honk at me until I agreed to give it some food. But it wasn't just content with crumbs. It started stealing my lunch right out of my hands. And if I didn't have any food, it would bite my ankles until I ran away.
I tried everything to get rid of it. I brought in a scarecrow, I sprayed it with water, and I even tried kicking it (not my proudest moment). But that goose was relentless.
The Day I Snapped
After months of this torture, I finally snapped. I was having a bad day at work, and when I came out to my car, there was that damn goose again. It waddled up to me, honked, and stole my sandwich straight out of my hand.
I lost it. I chased that goose down and put it in a box. I took it home and looked up some recipes online. I settled on a nice roast goose, and I cooked it up real nice.
The Aftermath
I have to say, that was the best meal I ever had. Revenge is a dish best served roasted. But afterwards, I started to feel guilty. Maybe I shouldn't have killed that bird. But then I remembered all the times it stole my food and bit my ankles, and I felt a little better.
So, that's why I ate the mean goose. It may not have been the most ethical thing to do, but it sure was satisfying. And now, every time I go to a restaurant and see "roast goose" on the menu, I can't help but smile.
