Waiting for the Geese Again

“We wouldn’t have this infestation if we didn’t make so many parks,” groused Mickey impatiently. “What, Grandpa?” Fifteen-year-old Lydia stared out the passenger window. “I said these damn geese are just like people. They’re always in the way, shit all over everything, and if one walks into traffic, all the rest follow.” “Is it the […]