Monday, 27 July 2015

Wild Golden Goose Chase

Ever since I announced that, rather than become a boring regular bird hunter like my father, I was going to hunt down and catch a goose that lays golden eggs, I put up with a lot of ribbing and joking from the rest of the village.

This turned to scorn when I grew up and maintained my claim, and then expulsion when I refused to stop. If it wasn’t for my mother sneaking me some supplies every so often, I’d have probably died by now.

But I’ll catch it one day.

I’ve mostly caught fairies, true, but I’m getting closer!

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