Kenneth’s theory was that size isn’t important and that close is good enough; after all, how smart can a goose be with a brain the size of a pea? Sadly, substituting his neighbor’s lawn flamings for decoys just didn’t seem to be working as he had hoped . . .
When the lightning struck and the lights were out for a minute, everyone heard a loud, surprised “HONK”, and then what sounded like a subtle but satisfied cackle. When the lights came back on, Hilda, fifth from the left, front row, claimed someone goosed her, but the cackling had stopped and no one came forward claiming to be the “Gooser” . . . . David, Sf.G.
