A friend of mine lived on a housing estate where, to get to the town and the shops, you walked about twenty yards along the towpath, then crossed the canal.
When people were coming back with shopping bags, they’d see a goose on the path in front of them. “Oh, how nice.” But they didn’t want to disturb it, so they’d slow down.
Twenty thousand* geese would quietly get out of the water onto the towpath behind them.
One of them would honk quietly.
The victims would turn round and go “um”.
Twenty thousand* geese would quietly get out of the water onto the towpath in front of them.
You didn’t want those shopping bags, did you?
- may not actually have been this many