Once upon a time (yesterday), Logan and his mom (me) were going to pick up his sister (Andie) from her friend’s house.
As they drove down the gravel road that led to Scatterwood Lake, Logan’s mom noticed something on the road.
“Look!” she said. “There are some geese down there!”
“Where?” asked Logan, sitting as far forward in his seat as he could.
“Right there!” his mom said, pointing and slowing down, as their van came up slowly behind the family of waddling geese.
“Oh, they’re so cute!” said Logan, watching as the mother goose (at least, one would presume it was the mother goose) flew into the opposite ditch, clearly screeching something at her oblivious offspring, who proceeded to take off running as fast as their fat little bodies could go.
The babies, there were perhaps 7 or 8 of them, kept running, staying on the side of the road, all in a row, while the mother goose flew alongside in the other ditch, riled up and scared.
All of a sudden, the gosling in the back of the line tripped and fell, feathers fluffing everywhere. It picked itself up and took off running again, only to fall down again. This time, it didn’t get up.
Logan and his mom coasted up beside it to see what the problem was. The baby goose didn’t move.
“We should help it,” said Logan.
Logan’s mom saw the other babies at the intersection nearby, where their mother was herding them into the water in the ditch.
“I think we better wait to help it. We don’t want the mama goose to not help it because we touched it,” she said. “We’ll be right back here in a few minutes and we’ll see if the baby goose is still here. If it is, we’ll help it.”
“OK,” agreed Logan, and then he began to talk about all the things he would do with his new pet gosling.
A short time later, Logan, his sister and his mom came back to the place where the baby goose had fallen down.
It was nowhere to be seen.
Logan’s eyes filled with tears.
“It’s good that we can’t find it,” his mom told him. “That means that it’s with its family, right where it should be.”
Logan didn’t agree that the gosling should be with its family. He thought it should be going home with him. He got out of the van to walk down the road and double check that they hadn’t overlooked the would-be pet.
It still wasn’t there.
By this time, Logan had reconciled himself to the fact that the baby goose was, in fact, gone for good. He sighed as he climbed back in the van.
“I’ll just have to look for a cricket today so I can have that as a pet instead,” he told his mom. Privately, his mom thought there was quite a big difference between having a baby goose and having a cricket, but she simply nodded.
Unfortunately, no crickets seemed to be in the vicinity and/or available that day.
The next morning, when Logan went outside, he caught a toad. He promptly named it “Toady,” put it in a tall, white bucket, and fed it a moth that he found in the bathroom and 2 ticks that he found on the family dog, whose tick collar had evidently ceased to do its job.