Now for a post a little on the light side.
I'm sure that most of my readers have come in contact with a Canadian goose at one point or another. And you know that they're either totally nonchalant or very frightening. If you've ever been hissed and charged at while minding your own business you know what I mean. So, the other day in class I wrote a story about Andy the Aggressive Goose. Enjoy!
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Let me tell you about Andy. He was a nice looking goose, with silky black feathers and a proud, puffy chest. Andy was a friendly goose...sometimes. But mostly Andy was just aggressive. When Andy played out in the school yard he would hiss when another goose tried to come near to share his shady spot under the tree.
Andy did not like to share. What was his was his! If other geese tried to join him when he played he would be angry and honk at them to go away.
He would think to himself, "I found this toy first and it's MINE, why should they get to play with MY toy?".
But soon Andy began to feel lonely, he wished that other geese would spend time with him. No one wanted to share their things with Andy because he wouldn't share with them.
This made Andy upset and angry, "I don't share my toys because they are mine but why do they no want to share with me? That's not FAIR."
Andy tried different tactics to get the other geese to spend time with him.
He tried sneaking into games, but he would always trip over his own feet and everyone would laugh.
He tried asking if he could play, but everyone always had a reason why he couldn't join.
He tried differt disguises but the other geese always knew it was him and would move away.
Andy soon gave up and felt sad and upset.
"No one likes me" Andy squeaked, "I shouldn't have been so aggressive. I should have shared my things."
One day out in the school yard Andy was standing by his shady tree. His head was down and he was staring at his little webby feet. A small tear was growing in the corner of his eye and another one was sliding silently down his face. He just wanted a friend.
Suddenly there was a rustle near his tree and out popped Cornelius the compassionate goose.
"Hello!" he honked. "How are you? Would you like to play with me?! I'm new and have no one to play with."
At first Andy felt aggressive and wanted to yell at Cornelius for being near his tree. But Andy stopped. This would be a chance for him to make a new friend!
"Sure..." Andy honked quietly and cautiously. "Would you like to play with my ball?"
Cornelius the compassionate goose and Andy the no-longer-aggressive goose laughed and kicked their ball around the school yard. When the other geese saw what fun Cornelius and Andy were having they wanted to join in too. Soon all the little geese were playing happily together.
Andy smiled and though to himself, "If is much nicer to not be an aggressive goose. I'm glad I decided to be kind."
So, the moral of this story is, don't be an aggressive goose, hissing doesn't make friends.
I'm sure that most of my readers have come in contact with a Canadian goose at one point or another. And you know that they're either totally nonchalant or very frightening. If you've ever been hissed and charged at while minding your own business you know what I mean. So, the other day in class I wrote a story about Andy the Aggressive Goose. Enjoy!
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Let me tell you about Andy. He was a nice looking goose, with silky black feathers and a proud, puffy chest. Andy was a friendly goose...sometimes. But mostly Andy was just aggressive. When Andy played out in the school yard he would hiss when another goose tried to come near to share his shady spot under the tree.
Andy did not like to share. What was his was his! If other geese tried to join him when he played he would be angry and honk at them to go away.
He would think to himself, "I found this toy first and it's MINE, why should they get to play with MY toy?".
But soon Andy began to feel lonely, he wished that other geese would spend time with him. No one wanted to share their things with Andy because he wouldn't share with them.
This made Andy upset and angry, "I don't share my toys because they are mine but why do they no want to share with me? That's not FAIR."
Andy tried different tactics to get the other geese to spend time with him.
He tried sneaking into games, but he would always trip over his own feet and everyone would laugh.
He tried asking if he could play, but everyone always had a reason why he couldn't join.
He tried differt disguises but the other geese always knew it was him and would move away.
Andy soon gave up and felt sad and upset.
"No one likes me" Andy squeaked, "I shouldn't have been so aggressive. I should have shared my things."
One day out in the school yard Andy was standing by his shady tree. His head was down and he was staring at his little webby feet. A small tear was growing in the corner of his eye and another one was sliding silently down his face. He just wanted a friend.
Suddenly there was a rustle near his tree and out popped Cornelius the compassionate goose.
"Hello!" he honked. "How are you? Would you like to play with me?! I'm new and have no one to play with."
At first Andy felt aggressive and wanted to yell at Cornelius for being near his tree. But Andy stopped. This would be a chance for him to make a new friend!
"Sure..." Andy honked quietly and cautiously. "Would you like to play with my ball?"
Cornelius the compassionate goose and Andy the no-longer-aggressive goose laughed and kicked their ball around the school yard. When the other geese saw what fun Cornelius and Andy were having they wanted to join in too. Soon all the little geese were playing happily together.
Andy smiled and though to himself, "If is much nicer to not be an aggressive goose. I'm glad I decided to be kind."
So, the moral of this story is, don't be an aggressive goose, hissing doesn't make friends.
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