|Time to make a run for it.....|
Dangerous places, parks.
Take this morning, for instance.
Me, The B and The G, departing our regular music group, a little time on our hands before our next appointment, thought exploring some adjoining parkland might make a nice change.
Far from our normal turf, unfamiliar territory, our comfort zone nowhere in sight.
No secret paths here.
Big buggers, too.
The B&G found their honking hilarious at first, although as one especially-large goose began following us along the path, it became somewhat less amusing.
The following soon ceased to be just following and instead developed into full-blown chasing.
Time to make a sharp exit.
Ever since, The B&G have been rather less keen on geese.
Indeed, other animals, even their favourites, have begun to be considered through suspicious eyes.
This afternoon, a man out walking his sheepdog was encountered and The B&G both shrank.
"Is that a dog?" The B asked in a small voice.
I answered in the affirmative, although The G couldn't be convinced.
"What do you think it is?" I asked her.
"The Big Bad Wolf," she squealed and made a run for it.