Does anyone have any idea where all these geese came from? All I wanted to do was get rid of some stale bread and let Mase feed the ducks, when all of a sudden I'm having flashbacks to life in Michigan, where I couldn't walk Mason around the backyard without fearing that a giant goose would have him for breakfast.
They almost took off one of his fingers trying to get a hot dog bun out of his hand. I screamed. Now Mase thinks ducks are mean and Mommy is a wimp.
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