of the Possessed Goose
you ever seen a goose with a featherless head and a real bad temper?
Well, I have scars and I have witnesses for that unfortunate day
when I was attacked by that evil devilish thing. I was only seven
when this happened and it all started like this
It was a sunny
day in Elk Grove Park with my sister Jamie, Cousin Nick, Aunt Kris
and Uncle Dan. We were having a picnic under a big oak tree. The
park smelt of cinnamon and the warm beef ravioli my aunt made. Then
my aunt said, " Would you kids like to feed the ducks, I brought
some old bread?"
the three of us yelled, "YEAH!" We took the rotting bread
with the stench of salmon because it was in the freezer with that
old fish. The pond had an old oak bench with copper bars holding
it up. We sat down on the old bench with lots of carvings in it
and started throwing pieces of bread in the pond. I threw small
pieces, while my sister and cousin threw whole pieces. They soon
ran out and left me alone on the bench.
big goose was getting mean and started biting my shoes. This goose
was tall enough to look me straight in the eyes when I was standing
up. Its bald head made it look like a vulture. It had a really thick
neck and a giant head the size of a shot put ball. For those who
don't know, a shot put is a lead ball thrown in the Olympics. I
thought it was funny and I soon left as well, but the goose was
chasing me and I soon figured out I had the salmon smell on me.
I started running
and screaming in terror, " The goose is going to eat me!"
I was running so fast, I ran into a tree not paying attention to
where I was going. The goose jumped on me and started biting me;
it felt like mice traps, snapping all over my body and I started
crying. I heard the goose honking and my relatives laughing at a
joke my uncle told. They had no idea what was happening to me. I
was being chewed on. The goose must have thought I was a fishy snack.
My aunt yelled,
"Oh my god!" She ran and kicked the goose of me.
I was rushed
to the emergency room and sewed up. For little did I know, but the
goose had put huge gashes in my legs. I never went to the park again
to feed the ducks. That was a pretty scary thing for a child my
age. I learned I should never mess with a goose and I never went
to that park to feed the ducks and geese again.