My day started off perfect. The sun was shining its sparkly rays into my bedroom through the closed blinds. The rainstorm that lasted for an entire week had finally passed. I scooted off of my mattress and shuffled to my kitchen. I make a cup of ice coffee and scoop up the novel I’m currently reading. I sit on my poarch swing on my back patio, and crack open the book. I curse the character for their stupid behavior as if they could hear me, I realize that my neighbors my hear me talking to myself and think I have a few loose screws. I’m so entranced in the novels universe that i forget about the one i’m living in. “Hello.” I look up from my book. What the heck. “psss, down here,” the voice quacks. I follow the voice that sounds like a farm animal. At my feet I find a goose? “Hello.” I jump

back as my eyes widen in terror. The goose, the animal that doesn’t speak english, just spoke english. Yea no, this isn’t possible. I rub my eyes as if there’s a possibility that my eyes are deceiving me. The talking goose is still there looking at me expectantly. “My name is Frank.” I have a blank stare on my face. “What do you need Frank?” I can’t believe i’m talking to a goose. “I need to go inside.” It says. “Huh?” It repeats the same thing over and over until I give in and let it inside my home. Frank waddles around my home until he finds my restroom, he locks himself in. He comes out less than 5 minutes later. He waddles out and goes back onto the patio, before I know it he’s flying away. I turn my head and look at the bathroom Frank came out of. My pet goblin will not believe the day I had.