Goose and one gander are pairing like family, and one gander is liking to be staying with me but they are all chewing grass with soft chawp-chawp sound. And day and night and day and night and day is passing. Then one morning I am hearing shriek from one gander, and goose is sounding like it is in pain and honking and honking and dying. When I am coming to edge of grass, I am seeing goose and one gander lying on ground and they are all wet with blood, and dog that is big with fur in patches on his skin is snarling at me, and I am feeling strange because I am hearing dog’s thoughts and I am wondering if there is metal inside dog like inside me. But I am not caring because dog is saying I am hungry and I am saying back to dog I will kill you. Then I am never seeing dog again.

Then I am going back deep into jungle and am finding duck egg but no duck. But then I am seeing nearby little squirming ball of yellow, and I am walking to it and picking it up and holding it in my hand, and I am seeing it and it is opening eye at me and I am thinking with my heart that I am first living thing that it is seeing.

I am bringing more geese to chawp-chawp on grass belonging to human, but little yellow gosling is staying with me. Even when I am telling it to be going, it is not leaving me. When other geese are returning to me, gosling is sticking neck out and is making small-small squawk sound like squeak, and it is driving away other geese, and I am laughing quiet because I am thinking little yellow gosling is wanting to be with me and is not wanting anyone else to be with me.

They are sleeping at night. Or, rather, they are not moving and I am thinking that they are sleeping. And when it is daytime, they are making chawp-chawp with the grass and moving and sometime sleeping and they are forming gaggle and they are making like family, and some geese are slow and behind the rest. And when they are leaving person’s yard and I am feeding them, they are chasing away gosling and making gosling to be sadding, and I am holding gosling and feeling its feathers and it is soft like nothing I have ever felt and I am even rubbing gosling against my cheek and it is making soft thrum against my face.