Mother Goose

Today I have strained my pectoral muscles punching holes and making innumerable binders. I was also attacked and bitten by a goose that has taken up residence outside our building. I was walking the mail to the mailbox when to my chagrin I found my feathered foe nestled in the middle of the sidewalk. As I approached I was met with an evil hiss. I tried to kindly shoo her away into the pine needles. Just as I felt I was making progress, she attacked. She contorted and stretched her neck and latched her beak firmly on to my top. One hefty tap to her gut by my pointy toed stiletto later I was free. The hem of my shirt is frayed, and while I am quite shaken up the whole ordeal I am mostly unscathed. Unfortunately this display of nature's deadly dance happened just outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Madame P and Mister VP. As my luck would have it, both were perched at their desks watching my real-life When Good Animals Go Bad. I am once again reminded that you cannot trust creatures that don't blink.