Other than a grounding molt, Eby’s doing great and has shown no inclination to leave. And why would she when she has everything, I think, a goose could want. A smorgasbord of cracked corn, poultry feed, bird seed, and a field to graze, a private pond with a dock to curl up on at night, and story time.
Peter’s Fables, from the chapter, Beware the Reckoning
Revenge of The Goose with the Golden Eggs
There once was a goose who laid golden eggs. Not really. But rather a foolish countryman who, in typical humanistic greed and self-entitlement, imagined such an absurdity. Covetous as he was, cut open the goose thinking to get at once all the gold the goose could give. When the geese and all the other fowl and all the other animals heard of this senseless, murderous, selfish act, they formed a rebellion, #earthlingsmatter.
Geese, ducks, buzzards, vultures, crows, ravens, pigeons, doves, and all manner of birds flew up and circled over the man’s cottage and crops. Day after day they turned the light to night, dropping their dung upon his head. While they did this, the pollinators no longer pollinated his fields, and the animals on the ground freed the man’s slaves and captive horses, oxen, pigs, cows, and chickens. And his crops, with no sunlight to grow them, died.
And so the greedy man had no provisions for the winter, and so he starved of hunger and died of insanity.
“Greed oft o’er reaches itself.”