Pascal, in fact, is the perfect name for one of my geese, who is less frivolous than his other three companions. Even as a gosling, Pascal walked with a gravitas. He follows the other geese when they get into mischief, but you can see that his heart is not quite in it. He charges at the postman and terrifies the chickens only because he has to fulfill a goose’s fate. He is, I believe, a philosopher.)
