The helpful goose
After my daily round of the park, I seem to have lost my keys. I walk my walk in the opposite direction with my eyes firmly on the ground. Have I been here too? I ask myself every ten steps.
“Looking for what?” I hear someone say from the grass.
I look aside and see a goose cub looking at me kindly.
“I lost my keys, “I say.
“What are those?”
While I'm trying to explain that, the impatient animal is already running away. I sit on a bench and close my tired eyes for a moment.
'Here I am! ' I hear the young goose say a little later.
I peek through my legs and just see how he puts a twig in front of me on the grass.
'Aha, thank you. But those aren't keys.”
He looks at me. “Really not?” he asks again.
I'm shaking my head. “Look, keys are...” I haven't spoken yet or the young bird has flown again.
Five minutes later, he brings a cap. “Nice find, but it's not.”
Five minutes later he comes running with an empty bag of chips in his beak. I'll take over from him quickly and put it in a garbage can.
A few minutes later he puts a pacifier in front of my feet.
“Where did you find that again?”
In the distance, I hear a baby crying. “Leave it down. Wait for me, I'll be right back.”
I give the pacifier back to a desperate mother, and walk to the bench. Of course the goose is fetal again.
I'm going to continue the search myself. Prompt I come across my keys. In the middle of the footpath they shimmer me in the sun.
I am pleased to look for the helpful goose. I walk through half the park and near the entrance I finally got a bite. The geese cub waddles to meet me again. Also this time there is some dangling in his beak. I'm gonna sit on my squat and catch a bunch of keys to my surprise.
“Is this good?” he asks with a hopeful look in his eyes.
'Yes and no, 'I answer. “These are keys, but not mine.”
Then I hear someone shouting, “Keep the thief!”
I look up and see a whole crowd running towards me. Yeah, explain that.
