“What is wrong, Brightbill?” said Roz as she followed her son into the Nest. “Nothing!” he squawked. “Leave me alone!” “Tell me what is wrong.” “I don’t want to talk about it!” “Maybe I can help.” “Mama, the other goslings were making fun of me.” “What did they say?” “They called you a monster and then laughed at me for having a monster mother.” “They should know by now that I am not a monster. Would you like me to talk to them?” “No! Don’t do that! That’ll just
