Geese fly south for the winter
“Hey, Stanley.”
Bobby whispered.
Stanley had his head tucked into his wing and was murmuring as he slept.
“Stanley,” Bobby was a little louder this time. Most of the flock had been up for a half hour. It was time to continue south. “STANLEY!”
“HONK!” Stanley blurted as he woke. “Huh? Wha-What? What’s going on?” He smacked his beak open and closed.
“It’s your turn to lead the flock south, and we’re ready to go.”
Stanley’s eyes got wide. “Wha-what do you mean it’s my turn?” Stanley bent his neck to get some quick grass in him.
“Come on,” Bobby replied, “You know how it works. Everybody gets a turn, and you’re next on the pecking order.”
“B-But I can’t be next. I’m still tired from last night. That was a long flight, and the in-flight movie left something to be desired, and the snacks we’re being served…”
“Sorry, Stanley.” Bobby shook his head.
“What about Lucy? I am sure she would want to lead. Hey, Lucy, you wanna…”
“It’s you, Stanley,” Bobby interrupted, “Now honk us up.”
“Look, Bobby, you know me. You know I can’t lead the flight group. I’m afraid of the marshes.”
Bobby gave him a hard stare.
Stanley continued, “That’s where the hunters hide, and the guy in the front is always the first one to get shot.”
Bobby shook his head. “Honk us up.”
“Besides, I gotta bum wing see.” Stanley stretched his right wing all the way out and grinned, “Must be the other one, heh, heh.”
“Take the lead or we leave you here.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll honk us up.” Stanley took a few more bites of grass and then stretched out his wings. “HONK! HONK! HONK!”
Soon the flock was flying out in “v” formation honking their greetings to the morning sun.
Stanley had his head tucked into his wing and was murmuring as he slept.
“Stanley,” Bobby was a little louder this time. Most of the flock had been up for a half hour. It was time to continue south. “STANLEY!”
“HONK!” Stanley blurted as he woke. “Huh? Wha-What? What’s going on?” He smacked his beak open and closed.
“It’s your turn to lead the flock south, and we’re ready to go.”
Stanley’s eyes got wide. “Wha-what do you mean it’s my turn?” Stanley bent his neck to get some quick grass in him.
“Come on,” Bobby replied, “You know how it works. Everybody gets a turn, and you’re next on the pecking order.”
“B-But I can’t be next. I’m still tired from last night. That was a long flight, and the in-flight movie left something to be desired, and the snacks we’re being served…”
“Sorry, Stanley.” Bobby shook his head.
“What about Lucy? I am sure she would want to lead. Hey, Lucy, you wanna…”
“It’s you, Stanley,” Bobby interrupted, “Now honk us up.”
“Look, Bobby, you know me. You know I can’t lead the flight group. I’m afraid of the marshes.”
Bobby gave him a hard stare.
Stanley continued, “That’s where the hunters hide, and the guy in the front is always the first one to get shot.”
Bobby shook his head. “Honk us up.”
“Besides, I gotta bum wing see.” Stanley stretched his right wing all the way out and grinned, “Must be the other one, heh, heh.”
“Take the lead or we leave you here.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll honk us up.” Stanley took a few more bites of grass and then stretched out his wings. “HONK! HONK! HONK!”
Soon the flock was flying out in “v” formation honking their greetings to the morning sun.