Goose Showdown at the Park

So yesterday I fought a goose. Not just any goose. A goose with attitude. I was just vibing

at the park, eating my egg sandwich. Yes, I see the irony. Then BOOM.

Out of nowhere. This goose pulls up like it’s got beef. Starts honking at

me. Flaps its wings like it pays rent. I tried to walk away.

It FOLLOWED ME. Like a feathery hitman with unfinished business. I tossed a piece

of bread to distract it. It slapped the bread. Didn’t even eat it.

Just wanted to establish dominance. I panicked. Ran in zig-zags like I was in a

zombie movie. Fell. Scraped my knee. The goose stood there.