June 18, 2004
Waddling Toward Gomorrah
I have a special treat this year. Although I have waterfowl in abundance, this spring I was graced for the first time with a nesting pair of Canadian geese on the lake. Although Quebecois separatist by nature, they are very friendly, and have blessed us with three fine goslings.
These little fellows have plumped up nicely in the last month, and I've reverted to evil thoughts. I have this Dickensian desire to taste some goose. Every Christmas for 6 years I've pled the case for goose, but all I hear are foul adjectives such as stringy, greasy, and bony. Listen up: these little pugs are screaming to be eaten. I've scoured the turkey frying stockpot, and may make my move this weekend. Hey. They're Canadian. Who cares?
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