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  • Why are these geese sleeping under an illusion of privacy, in the middle of the day, oblivious of passers by?

    I walk by as quietly as I can, my heart thumping, not wanting to wake them up.
  • I remember when I was eleven being chased down the road by a pack of geese, necks outstretched hissing fiercely at me.

    I had just moved down from London because of my father's new job, from familiar crowded streets and heavy traffic to an isolated house surrounded by fields.

    I don't want to be chased again!
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