"Dude, did you see that?  Those geese just ran me down!” I collapse breathless into a chair, behind a heavy metal door. 

The geese stand outside of the door, squawking.  The gray one with the red band on its neck flashes a gang signal to the other six.

“I told you to stop giving them those cinnamon crunchy things every day.”

“But the geese are hungry!”

“They eat grass Adrienne.  I think there’s plenty of that to go around.”

“But not cinnamon sugar grass.”

“I stand corrected.”