When growing up approximately a long time ago about twenty miles from what is now considered civilization, my family lived in the Appalachian foothills in southeast Ohio. We lived on a small farm and possessed many animals including some very overbearing geese.
My dad thought it was important to have a guard dog so someone donated two geese to him. These water fowl were beautiful and grey and vocal and I thought for a moment that it might be a good thing to have these critters added to our family.
I made the first effort to befriend these wonderful animals and was bitten for it. New animals are always nervous when they first meet you so I let it slide. I left them alone for some time until they started nesting under the barn. Wouldn’t you know it the female put an egg in a nest she had built and my mother wanted it.
My mother, in all of her wisdom and love for me, decided it was a good idea for me to go get the egg under the ruse that she was going to make a cake with it. I went to go get the egg like a loyal dog going after a news paper for her, not knowing what was in store for me. The action my mother encouraged me to take caused the evil beasts to unleashed their terror upon me...and unleash they did. At first they spread their wings and started hissing at me, warning me not to take the course of action I had embarked upon. That did not persuade me to change my course, and I knew my mother was going to protect me from any danger.
I walked right up to the goose and attempted to move her off the nest like I would have a chicken to get the egg and the gander attacked. He started flogging me and biting me and as I turned to defend myself the hen attacked me. While I was being attacked by these vicious demonic animals my mother walked up laughing and took the egg from the nest herself. Lesson learned; never trust a woman and I also did not see the cake either.
I had to continue to watch out for myself because these were truly evil beasts they would attack anything. When people would come to our home to visit we would have to escort them from their car like a presidential security team so they would not be attacked. When they would leave the geese would chase the cars like rabid dogs biting at their tires.
Every morning the geese would wait outside my front door and bite me on the butt all the way to the school bus. I was gaining a respectful fear of them because they thought it was fun to harass me. One day, I saw the gander sneak up behind my dad and bite him. My dad, being the person that he was, never took any crap from animals. He grabbed the goose by the head and drug it down the driveway about ten feet and let it go. The goose not liking this much took off honking. They didn’t bother my dad much after that.
One morning those hateful animals were laying in wait for me as usual and I knew what was coming. After seeing what my dad the day before I felt I could mimic him. So gathering every ounce of courage I could muster I ran out the door as fast as I could. I snatched one of them by the head and drug it all the way to the school bus.
I felt like I had defeated my arch enemy from a comic book and the world was saved by my actions. Well maybe my world but it was saved none the less. I felt like I could defeat anything with the power of the drag, which was given to me by my father.
I got on the school bus and rode it to school. I was in the first grade and was learning some very important stuff. It was really a good day for me.
After school I got on the bus and went home. The goose was still lying were I left it, right in the middle of the driveway. I had inadvertently broken the goose’s neck. It was delicious tasted, a little greasy, but it was only a goose.