Frank is my best friend. Sure, he’s a bit odd and has some issues, but he’s my best friend. Frank and I have been best friends since kindergarten. I used to be really scared of Frank, since he was smaller than me. I outgrew it.

I haven’t seen Frank in a week. It’s concerning. Usually, we hang out for movie nights on Fridays, but he’s an hour late. He didn’t call to cancel, which pisses me off even more. How dare Frank?!

Then I heard the doorbell ring. I get off the couch and go to the door. When I open it, the only soul there is a goose.

I stare at it and it stares at me. Who the heck left a goose on my doorstep? Why would someone leave a goose on my doorstep?

“Who are you?” I asked, dumbly.

“Frank,” it answers me, “and I must come in immediately.”