Interview with a white goose
“Excuse me, sir, ma'am?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, I took a picture of you a while ago and...”
“Without permission?”
“Well, actually it is.”
'Well, that's beautiful! '
“I don't know if you recognize me. During my daily walk I see you and your wife regularly stare by the water. '
“Yeah, now I remember. You always walk with that black thing in your hand.”
“You mean my camera. Look, I'll demonstrate...” FLASH!
“Well, goose darry, should that be?”
“I haven't blinded you, have I?”
“Well, it's not much.”
“How many fingers do I raise?”
“Eleven!”
I look at my two raised fingers and say, “Just right!”
“Fine, now leave me alone.”
“Uh, I wanted to ask you a few more questions.”
“What now?”
'Well, I have signed you up for the Photoword Challenge on Yoors and that is quite a storm, I might say. '
“Aha, and now you come to give me my royalties.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot. I'll bring a crust of bread next time.”
“Bread? What's that good to me? This grass is much tastier than such a dirty crust of bread.”
'But I was hoping you could give me some background information. '
“About what?”
'About you and perhaps your lovely wife lying there, puking so deliciously.'
'But that's none of your business! '
'Something else then. Look, this is the picture I took of you last time.”
“Yes, and?”
'Yes, now the opinions on Yoors are quite divided about what you are trying to represent. Is it yoga or ballet? Do you need to pee or are you about to choose the airspace? Maybe you were just about to score a great goal? Someone else suggested salsa dancing. Or did you accidentally step on a freshwater sea urchin? Others think again... '
“Hold on. Who makes all that up?”
“Well, the terribly talented writers on yoors, of course.”
“Well, those terribly talented writers are all wrong.”
“Oh.”
“Yes.”
“And are you going to tell me what you were doing?”
“I don't think about it.”
'But... '
“Go away. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep... zzzzz!”
