Gander

“My childhood in Mačak’s delightful comping and undying friendship would have passed bless fully if I did not have a powerful enemy, relentless and irreconcilable. This was our gander, a monstrous ugly brute, with neck of an ostrich, mouth of a crocodile and a pair of cunning eyes radiating intelligence and understanding like the human. I aroused his ire by throwing pebbles at him, a most foolish and reckless act which I bitterly regretted afterwards. I liked to feed our pigeons, chickens and other fowl, take one or the other under my arm and hug and pet it. But the brute would not let me. The moment I entered the poultry yard he would attack me and as I fled grab me by the seat of my trousers and shake me viciously. When I finally managed to free myself and run away he would flap his huge wings in glee and raise an unholy chatter in which all the geese joined. My mother said to me: “You must know that you can not make peace with a gander or a cocks whom you taunted. They will fight you as long as they live”.”