Getting the goose

One year spring came early, and Bob Kappell found a confused Canada goose on the perimeter of the playground chasing the students. Since he had a farm, he took the goose home in the truck. Well, the goose noticed the fence posts were whizzing by, and he wasn’t having to work his wings, and so he began to flap them in the truck cab. A goose’s wingspan is enormous. Bob had to pin him down in order to drive home. The goose wasn’t too happy about that and hissed at Bob all the way home. He let the goose go with his other geese, it took off, but the weather had warmed up, leaving wasn’t so much an urgency for the snowbird. A few days later in the local paper, there was an ad for a missing goose. Please help Freddy come home. Still missing, but was last seen on 9th Street two weeks ago. Please call Mrs. Irma Richardson. Someone photocopied the ad, placing it on the teachers room fridge, with a note saying, Leave it to Kappell to get someone’s goose.