Springtime, nesting season. When the geese get too close to the swans’ nest, the swans go fuckin’ crazy, and they will kill the geese if they can get hold of ‘em, but the geese fly just a little bit faster than what the swans can keep up with. I watched a swan chase a goose for a few hundred yards once, it was up north past the bridge. The chase started at The Sticks and went all the way around The Basin, then the goose lost ‘em when it flew through the underpass.
This has been the eighth story from the first appendix of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:
The Monksville Chronicles
- A novel about storytelling
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– 276 pages
– 72,749 words
– The Here and Now | I
– The Sandbox | 0.5
– Revision Date: July 20, 2021
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