Princeton was a very small town, but even small towns have their bad neighborhoods. We saw someone from the wrong side of the tracks prowling mysteriously around our lakes one chilly day in November and wondered what they were up to. Our lakes had several mallard ducks, a bunch of Muscovy ducks, and three geese. The geese were jerks. You'd try to go swimming in the Summer only to get pinched on the thigh. They wandered around the lakes all Summer terrorizing and pinching unsuspecting kids. Apparently feeding on our thigh skin. No one dared challenge the mighty geese until that fateful day. The day we saw the prowlers from the bad neighborhood would be the last time we had three geese on the lakes. Ever after, we only had two geese. Did they actually abduct and roast a neighborhood goose? We'll never know for sure. But I'd like to think they did.
And I hope it was a delicious meal.
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