During the past few nights, I have been awakened by flocks of Canada Geese flying over. They make quite a racket. It’s as if they’re all backseat drivers.
Lying in bed, trying to get back to sleep, my imagination kicks in -- putting a grin on my face and further delaying my return to sleep.
The goose at the head of the V (I’ll call him Ralph) has to be frustrated out of his mind with all the jabbering behind him.
Goose Millie: Hey, Ralph, ya gotta turn a little more east.
Goose Stuart: No Ralph. If you turn too far east, we’ll end up running into the Government Printing Office. We’re heading for Constitution Gardens, right?
Goose Ralph: Na, we’re heading for the Tidal Basin. It’s tradition.
Goose Judy: Hey, guys -- we have to make a pit stop. Remember, some of us are ready to pop eggs!
Goose Annie: Why not stop at Constitution Gardens? There’s plenty of stuff to eat there. Besides, the tourists love to see us there and feed us popcorn and bread.
Goose Gilbert: I don’t care what the tourists like, but we have been flying for a long time and need a rest. Let’s stop on the lawn at the Federal Reserve.
Goose Simone: Yeah, Ralph -- we’re sick and tired of following you everywhere with no concern for the distaff side.
Goose Ralph: Ok, Simone, you come up here and take the lead! See how long you last leading this bunch of complainers. I can see ahead and there are white caps on the Tidal Basin, so we’ll detour to Constitution Gardens. Are you all happy now?!
Honk, honk, honk, honky tonk, honk . . . ......