A Little Mischief

Hello Friends.

Sit right back and let me tell you a tail.  It started with a phone call from my buddy Bert.  "Hey Goose do you want to go for a walk?"  "Sure I do, butt I thought you had work to do at your place."  "Yea I do butt the BOMB SQUAD said we have to leave."  "WHAT?!!, bomb squad?"

"Yep.  Fire guys are here and they are telling us we have to leave."

"And the police people are waiting for the Bomb Squad to show up.  So I figure if I gotta leave I might as well take a walk.  And who better to walk with than you."

And so that's what we did friends.  The bomb was not at Bert's place butt at the storage units next to Bert's.  Actually it was a storage unit full of explosives!

 

So we walked.  Look how we are in perfect stride.



 

I found a stick.

Bert found a rock.

I was going after a stick floating in the water, Bert is looking for rocks on the bottom for the river.

Gotta say my buddy Bert really holds nothing back when he searches for rocks.  The only thing he holds is his breath.

THEN he came along and tried to steal MY stick!

Butt I held on real tight.

And I pulled with all my might.  I did get it back and gave Bert that look like, "Dude I don't steal your rocks."  He just laughed.  So I gave chase.

He ran and leaped into the river. 

He tried to hide under the water.  "I see your Golden Butt dude."

And behind a little tree.  "Oh yea like I don't see you there."

He then hugged the bank on the opposite side of me.  Butt nothing can hide that snooter of his.

He came back on shore, said he was sorry and we romped and played. 

When the police gave the all clear we went back to his place.

That's when I stole his BALL!!!!  There is a saying my friends at Army of Four said to me, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander."  In my case what is good for Bert is good for the Goose.  Hehhehhehhe

Blessings,
Goose