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I'm riding my hovercraft on King Street in downtown Fredericton. My hovercraft is actually a rubber boot mat. As I zoom along the street, I see a pair of Canada geese on the sidewalk. They look hungry, so I fly closer to them and tell them to come closer--I have food for them!
They waddle up to me in expectation. That's when I realize I don't have food, after all. I'm awash with guilt, and the geese are furious with me. They begin to honk and bash at me with their wings. The geese have fur instead of feathers, and their faces resemble those of cats.
I hold the boot mat cum hovercraft in front of me like a shield, and I can feel them buffeting me with wing blows. Then I wake up.
They waddle up to me in expectation. That's when I realize I don't have food, after all. I'm awash with guilt, and the geese are furious with me. They begin to honk and bash at me with their wings. The geese have fur instead of feathers, and their faces resemble those of cats.
I hold the boot mat cum hovercraft in front of me like a shield, and I can feel them buffeting me with wing blows. Then I wake up.
