Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead
She died in the mill pond
Standing on her head…
While I was wondering and waiting to see what had become of Analdas and Borka, I was confronted with my worst fear. I saw a dead goose floating, as the old song says, with its head down under the body.
Some time later, I saw it, or another, on the other side of the lake. And that same day, one more, waterlogged in the shallows. I am reminded that some geese do not make it through the winter, and that death comes to all.
Happily for me, this will be the same day that Analdas and Borka came back.