Amid the night, with stars twinkling and wind howling. Suddenly, Brads doorbell rung, awaking him from his somewhat deep slumber. Frustrated and exhausted, he stumbled to get up. His body lurched forward before opening the antique wooden door. He clasped the gold metal handle before turning it. No one was there though.

Brad called out, tired, his eyes still trying to adjust. He flicked the light switch on and stumbled into a wall. A gooose stood, with a black and white face and brown, soft feathers surrounded it. The goose stepped on the cold ground, wanting inside. Brad caught himself, still stunned that a goose had wandered to his door. He almost fell back again when the goose suddenly spoke to him.

“Hello, my name is Frank. I must come inside,” Frank spoke, letting himself in.

Frank stepped up the step and walked inside, making strange noises as he did so.

“What do you want at this time of night?” Brad asked.

“Me and the other geese’s nests were destroyed, and now we have nowhere to stay. We need a big, safe place for the rest of them to stay, including our babies. Will you be willing to let them stay in your home for the rest of the winter?” Frank asked.

“What?” Brad blurted.

“Your house is huge, and I promise we won’t cause any trouble inside,” Frank promised.

Frank was right, Brads house was giant, with stone pillars coming down from the grey walls, and each hallway was long, and his bathrooms were huge.

“Fine,” Brad said. And at that moment, 10 more geese and 3 babies rushed through the door, stomping on the ground and waving their wings in the air excitedly.