The Goose

One time I was in the park, walking down the pavement. 

I saw a goose and I said “Hey look, a goose!”. I walked a little closer and it was just a leaf.

The second day, I was walking down the same pavement at the same park.

I saw a goose and I said “Hey look, a goose!”. I walked a little closer and it was just a leaf.

The third day, I was, again, walking down the same pavement at the same park.

I saw a goose and I said “So many goose shaped leaves.”. I kicked it, thinking little of that useless goose shaped leaf.

I learned something that day, and that is that geese enjoy biting ankles.