

We all just stood there frozen, afraid to help. We didn't want that evil goose to turn its attack on us.


Finally Bonnie got away and escaped into the barn.

Luckily, it didn't go after anyone else.
Millie tells her story of life on an Iowa farm as a goat.





2 comments:
Poor Bonnie.
You all have horns. Butt the goose. Butt the goose!
I'm a city girl, but when I was young we had ducks. The ducks would attack our dogs. Mean ducks.
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