When i was a kid, there was this lady who lived on my way to school. Dhe had a nice, fenced garden and two huge dogs and like 10 geese. I was never scared of the dogs, vut the geese were vicious. Sometimes they were on the lose and my way home turned into a survival horror game. They never stopped chasing. Dometimes i took some bread with me to throw and run away. One day they were chasing me i ran like a motherfucker around a corner and threw my last breaf. there was this young family with two little kids, and i was so relieved, because that was an easy way to lose them and at the same time i hoped that they were good runners. I honestly don't even know what would've happend if they ever caught me and i'm glad i never found out. I really miss these fuckers.