The end of the geese?
I used my shotgun this morning. Shot four of the flipping geese, and took them down to the local village butcher. The others left in a great hurry.
I felt really good about it as I walked down the lane, dangling them by their necks, two in each hand. I was wondering how much the butcher would pay me for them.
Then I woke up! And it was the row of the geese that had woken me. They were telling me they were back. Big time.
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