I was still on the farm, thirsty and bored, so I was just walking around.  I watched the chickens, pecking and scratching behind a tall wire fence.   Tiptoeing, I pushed up the gate latch and swung it opened.  I thought they’d just walk around, instead they clucked and flapped as they streamed out and down the hill in a massive white swarm.  The geese impatiently gnawed at the fence, so I opened their gate too. One plump gray goose stooderect, spread his wings, and honked loudly. Then he stretched open his bill and moved angrily towards me.  I ran, my skinny legs cutting like razors through the wind, with the mean goose following close behind. Suddenly, I heard Uncle Jerry.  “Shoo” he shouted, “Git on!”  The goose flew down the hill and joined the flock where only a few chickens remained visible. I huffed back towards the house, guided by my father’s disapproving glare. “It’s all your fault,” I said. Read more »

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