Anyone who has ever spent much time frolicking in parks or summers in marching band can tell you that these are not docile creatures that would ever been seen in a petting zoo.
Anyways, I think this very justified fear stems from childhood. But, according to any accredited psychiatric mind, what psychosis doesn’t? It’s hilarious when my dad tells the story, embellishing on minor details such as my running stance when I little and its eerie resemblance to a duck waddle. Imagine, if you will, an ambiguously dressed toddler hands deep in side overall pockets, waddling across a park. Add an angry, full-bodied mother goose sweeping and dive-bombing close behind, and it is actually a very comical picture. I see now why everyone always gets a good laugh at my expense.
posted by Sheila @ 6/16/2005 08:47:00 AM
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you have no idea how much geese freak me out. there is a pond near matt's house and we love to go there to take evening walks, but there are usually geese everywhere, sitting in the pond, just watching us, sometimes waddling up on shore...then they honk at us and look like they're going to eat us...i think back when he was a kid, matt actually did get chased by a goose...
::shudder::
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