The crash of thunder cues a harsh peck at the door. The peck again grows louder with the roar of the skies, forcing the young lad sat home alone to open the door.
It swings open, and a flash of the lightning reveals an ominous goose stood firm, a bowler hat sat proud on his head. He waddles his way up to the young lad and utters these words.
“The skies belly grumbles tonight for she must be hung...