
Geese are evil.
I won't say I hate geese because they taste great with a little hoisin sauce, but they are evil. My father used to take me to a local shopping plaza that had a giant artificial lake, complete with ducks and hellgeese. At this point in time, park authorities hadn't gotten around to putting up "do not feed waterfowl" signs yet, but sometimes, deep in my heart, I wish they did. Perhaps then I wouldn't harbor such a deep-seated dislike for geese.
Ducks are docile and geese are greedy. It's a principle that I learned at the tender age of 5 after I was chased onto a bench by a particularly belligerent waterfowl. I should have known something was amiss when all the ducks and pigeons dispersed upon the arrival of the geese, but instead,
I fed it. Did you know that a goose can break a man's leg with its wing? No? Well, they're also very good at chasing little kids around. What resulted was me, standing on a bench, with a goose honking for my bread (or flesh, I wasn't very good at demonic tongue/goose at 5-years-old) while my father stood by and laughed at the entire situation (a slight I've yet to forgive).
The moral of the story: don't feed a goose, but if you must feed one, make sure there's a bench nearby.

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