10-03-2019, 10:16 AM
It was a peaceful day in the swamp. Or... as peaceful of a day that it could be in Tanglewood. Of course, peace was not something that The Goose understood. All The Goose understood was that there were shiny things in this swamp, and it longed for them to be added to its growing collection. The Goose miraculously managed to avoid each and every trap in the defensive barrier that was the swamp surrounding the town of Tanglewood. How did it do this, you ask? It is The Goose. Even The Goose has no idea how it achieved such a feat.
The Goose honked as it waddled into town, tilting its head and inspecting the area. The first thing it noticed was it was dark. It could not find shinys anywhere. Was it lied to? .... Did it misinterpret words spoken because it cannot understand common? Probably. Perhaps the shinies were inside. The Goose set one foot forward, opening its wings for balance for a few moments before setting forward. It set its gaze on the library first. The door handle was chested gold and shiny. It hopped up, taking hold and falling to the ground. The door, with the handle pulled down, opened slightly. The Goose honked, reaching its head behind the old wooden gate and forced it open. The Goose was inside.
It instantly set off towards the shelves. It shook its tail, staring up at the thousands of tomes painted over the wooden shelves. Interesting... but geese can't read. So it continued on. Shinies had to be in here somewhere. The Goose searched and searched. It knocked things off of tables, scared locals, moved chairs. No shinies anywhere! What a disgrace.
The Goose honked as it waddled into town, tilting its head and inspecting the area. The first thing it noticed was it was dark. It could not find shinys anywhere. Was it lied to? .... Did it misinterpret words spoken because it cannot understand common? Probably. Perhaps the shinies were inside. The Goose set one foot forward, opening its wings for balance for a few moments before setting forward. It set its gaze on the library first. The door handle was chested gold and shiny. It hopped up, taking hold and falling to the ground. The door, with the handle pulled down, opened slightly. The Goose honked, reaching its head behind the old wooden gate and forced it open. The Goose was inside.
It instantly set off towards the shelves. It shook its tail, staring up at the thousands of tomes painted over the wooden shelves. Interesting... but geese can't read. So it continued on. Shinies had to be in here somewhere. The Goose searched and searched. It knocked things off of tables, scared locals, moved chairs. No shinies anywhere! What a disgrace.