Goose Stories: Eleven

 

I continue to look for Analdas and Borka when I walk.  They become familiar with me and let me approach closer and closer.

 

 

One day, even though the winter is still mild, I decide to feed them.  When I step down onto the little peninsula, they approach and begin to eat.

 

 

They share happily with their friends, the ducks.

 

 

Analdas flaps his wings, Borka drinks, and when they’ve had enough, they move off.

 

 

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