When I was a youngster, our family went to the Palisades for a picnic. It was one of those perfect summer days, and I was anticipating running around and playing on the rocks. I proceeded with my plan when, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, came a kamikaze goose---a great hissing, spitting goose--- and he was headed straight for me! With his beak snapping and his wings flapping, he chased me around and around the park. I was never so frightened in my life, and then so happy, as when I saw my dad dispatch that murderous creature. To this day, I view geese with a suspicious eye.
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