Let's get the flock out of here (Guest post by Grayson Goose)

Why are we here? It's a large, open area, surrounded by a metal structure that we can see through. There is black, bouncy stuff that you can't eat, but it's fun to poop on. Inside that is the "grass". It's the worst-tasting grass I've ever tried. Yet our leader, Gabriella Goose, led us in here. Maybe it was just because we could. Usually, there are no openings, and we have to jump or fly over the metal structure. But today, there's an opening, so we could simply walk in. Since the grass tastes so awful, we just stand on the black part and poop away.

Garrett Goose begins honking. I quickly discern why. One of those big human things is coming toward us on the black surface. He (I think it's a male because he isn't wearing a shirt. And because human females are too smart to be out here on such a hot morning) seems to be "running" between the white lines, even where the black surface curves around. "Everyone, he's not stopping. Better get out of the way!" I honk. We do, but a few of us hiss as he goes by. I wonder if he knows what we're saying in goose-hiss talk. I suggest to Gabriella Goose that perhaps we should vacate this area and go somewhere with edible grass. "No, she says. Instead, let's poop on the black surface some more."

A couple of minutes later, the human comes at us again. This time, he's "running" a little bit faster. It's still not what we would truly call "fast", but I suppose it's all relative. Once again, we honk and hiss and reluctantly get out of his way. I get a better look, and I notice that he doesn't have any hair on top of his head like most humans. He also seems older. And slower.

Gabriella Goose finally begins to guide us back out through the opening. I guess she satisfied herself that we had pooped enough. Tasty grass, here we come! But not before that human comes by yet again. Now we've already begun to filter out, but Garrett Goose and Gavin Goose fly up and over the metal structure.

It feels so good to get away from that guy. "Hey, Gemma, pass the clover."

Grayson Goose