Marty and Myrtle were well fed geese. Everyday the same plane would fly over and drop loads of seeds right below their favorite chimney.
It had been going on so long that they had become quite accostomed to it, and wasteful in their want.
Marty would stand on guard a few minutes before the plane's normal passing time and squawk like ribbons when he heard the motor coming. Mrtyle would then stop whatever she was doing and fly up to join Marty in his squawking.
It was as if they thought that by squawking, the plane would be forced to drop seed. Then came the fateful day when the plane flew over and didn't drop its payload of featherly food.
The geese stared down at the ground hoping it might somehow produce the seeds. Memories of all the tossed and trampled seeds from days gone by filled their thoughts as they stared at the dirt willingly....
They were indeed well fed (although in actuality it is Lady Marian who feeds them well, I think!) Great story!
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Ah this reminds me of that incredibly well known saying from days of yore...
"Never look a gift
horseplane in the mouth"Although it is just possible I am remembering that ever so slightly wrong... Then again, in these crazy days who has any clue what is right and wrong anymore???
Cool story, last weeks was awesome too! Sadly I didn't have the time to stop-by and tell you so due to a strange week with family stuff!
Take good care and stay awesome my friend :)
This day has been full of thank yous and here's another one for you. I get the family stuff. Losing our Conure threw me for over a week. I managed to post here and there but my heart wasn't in it. It was my least productive week since I started writing here on HIVE. Gotta take the good times and the bad, I suppose.
And from what I remember, you have it correct word for word. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth". I think it was also the name of a Pink Panther movie! 🙂👍
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