‘Look — OUCH — I’m just trying to — OW — get my tablecloth back!’
A flurry of feathers, hubbub of honking, and plethora of pecks accompanied my plea. The geese swarmed around me, fearless as I waded through their midst, wincing and flinching.
Under the table hid a sinuous feathered dragon about the size of a cat. My tablecloth, now ripped and muddy, trailed from its teeth.
‘HONK!’ said the dragon.
I was never fostering anything with geese ever again.