One Goose and Maybe Just Maybe a Chicken Once upon a time not too long ago there was a rat that went by the name Sir Red Green. Sir Red Green had once been a brave and noble rat that was known to be the strongest rat in all the land until suddenly without any explanation he was not any of those things he was simply just a rat. As he grew, older people began to forget about him as he was hiding out in the dirty bat infested sewers with a colony of geese… “See I told you he won’t say anything else just that part.” Hissed Goose (Yes his name is Goose his parents are very creative) “Well what are we going to do? We have no leader!” Templeton yelled back. Wait before you get any more confused I guess I should explain a little bit, so here’s how it goes. Ever since Sir. Red Green had not been a leader; the colony of geese was left without a leader at all; this sent geese from all over the globe into a frantic search for a new leader. But no one would volunteer for such a job. So the International Society of Geese was forced to take residents in an unused Sewer of Sydney Australia. So now hopefully you understand this a bit better. “Oh do you want to play marbles with me?” Asked Goose “Yes, where did you find them! I looked all day yesterday?” Questioned Templeton Goose ignored his question and started setting up the game. The geese were about half way into the game when Templeton pointed out the strange symbols on the dirty muddy wall. Goose who was a very good detective and quickly decoded the symbols because like he had said many times “I was a very advanced black belt in detective school.” “Yes! That’s it I know the symbols most obviously mean Eat More Chickens!” Screamed the excited Goose. The now very abnormally quiet Templeton whispered “Do you think this means war on chickens?” “I don’t know, let's show it to Sir Red Green.” So off they went in search of Sir Red Green but quickly they realized he was nowhere to be found. So they made the executive decision to rid Sydney Australia of those feral chickens. First Goose went up the ladder then Templeton. And just like that they were street geese. With their number one priority being to get to the Metro so that they could travel to the Chickens secret lair. “Keep the trash bag over your head.” Hissed Goose “But it’s stinky!” complained Templeton “Do you want people to see us? That’s what I thought.” But after a lot of this sort of thing they finally had made it to the Metro filled with busy frantic people. They were at the steps down to the metro. The problem with this is the steps, because everyone knows Geese hate steps almost as much as they hate chickens. “Okay what we are going to do is we will sit down on the top step and slide down the steps like we would on a ladder.” Stated Goose. Off they went bumping down the steps with a thud thud thud thud thump followed by a groan from Templeton. The geese brushed off dust, mud, and whatever else humans had thrown. Only to look up at a displeased police officer watching them closely. They both took off running so fast that they ran straight into the closing doors of the metros ignoring the pain coming from their beaks, when it hit them (not literally but figuratively.) They jumped in through the almost closed doors and onto the platform. Just when the officer ran straight into the doors where they were standing mere seconds before. The only thing that mattered then was that they had made it onto the train. But that was just the beginning of the challenges. The train had made it to the stop and an automated voice came over the intercom stating that “The train has made it to its final destination please make your way to the closest exit and we will be stopping in a few minutes at King street.” That was it, time for the Geese's stop. They both waddled off onto the platform. They looked around for an exit when they finally spotted an escalator which was even worse than stairs but it was the only way out. continued in the notes and credits!
“Okay this time we will waddle up to the stair Templeton you need to push the emergency stop button and then waddle as fast as you can onto the stair with me then we waddle up the stairs just like always. Got all that?” Instructed Goose. “Always.” He replied proudly. So the geese did just that and it was amazing that no one saw them although now that I think about it was probably because no one was within three miles of them and the Metro stop was quite like their sewer. When the geese made it to the top of the escalator and were faced with the King of all chickens Sir Chicken the Third. This was it, what the geese had come for and so with merely a scowl the hard part began, defeating Sir Chicken the Third. So in order to defeat a chicken you must insult them so much (but only with Shakespeare) that they leave and never return. This was a job that only one rat had ever done. That rat was Sir Red Green. Yet here they were about to do the impossible. The Geese started with Goose saying “And in these stars I am greater than thee!” “More of your conversation would infect my brain!” Declared Sir Chicken the Third. “Away, you three-inch fool!” Cried Templeton. “I am sick when I do look on thee.” Stated the fowl chicken “Thine face is not worth sun burning.” Spit Goose “Like the toad; ugly and venomous.” Replies happily Sir Chicken the Third “Thou cream faced loon” Screamed Templeton The chicken replied with a simple six word response this was not common at all because you were meant to quote Shakespeare. But what Sir. Chicken the third said might as well have been better than Shakespeare himself. “Hey you look like a chicken!” Goose stumbled backwards into a tree and slumped down wondering if he could in fact have been a chicken all along. This was it, Goose had a decision: would he either continue fighting and receive the reward he had come for or accept that he was really a chicken and did not belong with a goose? Goose had made his decision he would continue for what he came for he of course had a lot of questions but those were for later it was time for him to defeat the chicken once and for all. At the end of the day the Geese realized that the two of them could not win but what they could do was accept that they could not win and that was fine. They were proud of what they had done. They had tried their hardest and managed to send those chickens to Hawaii forever or so they thought but that was a story for a different time. They had in fact claimed their reward which was glory and praise from the fellow geese for they had just completed the impossible. The geese lived a glorious life of praise and riches. As for Sir. Red Green well he was never heard from again but rumored he had gone back to his old life of glory but no one really knew where he went. The colony of geese was back to normal for good and they all lived happily ever after until they did it all over again.
