Bessie and her crew were doing what they always do this time of day.  Perched on a long fallen tree limb in a nameless place, surrounded by people of all shapes and sizes staring at them, she thought about how mundane her life had become.  It was almost too painful to think about and she tried to push it out of her mind.  But, the thought kept returning and so she finally gave in to it.  She had such lofty dreams as a gosling.  Suffice to say, sitting on a log was not one of them.   Often she thought of just flying off alone, finding an exotic place and living the independent life.  But, no, she knew her body wouldn’t allow it.  She was a goose and she couldn’t go against her hard wired instinct.   I’ll never change, she thought.  And with that she threw herself in the lake, only to float to the top.  Great, she thought, I can’t even drown myself.

Bessie and the gang!

Bessie and the gang!

The lineup.

The lake.

30 responses to “Bessie

  1. I like this post, very good, especially the way you get into Bessie’s head-space.  I need to confess, however, that I misread it as Nessie and was thinking about geese on the neck of the Loch Ness Monster instead. I bet it would have looked and felt just the same to Bessie, though.

  2. That sure is a nice lake that those geese get to live at. Bessie sounds kind of Jonathan Seagullish. I’m glad that she couldn’t drown herself. That would have been sad.

  3. The pictures of Bessie and her friends are beautiful and adorable. I wish I could tell Bessie how adorable she is and how pleasing her personality is. This story plucked my heart.

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