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Everyone said it was a “wild goose chase.”
I looked at my pet goose Ted who was sitting in his
captain’s chair reading the Wall Street Journal.
Me: Ted? Was it a wild goose chase?
Me to self: Just as I had suspected. Hearsay and gossip.
It was like the rumors about Gilligan and the Skipper
sharing a hut together instead of sharing a hut
with Marianne and the Movie Star.
That’s when the study’s door burst open and Ted was nearly
knocked out of his captain’s chair by a naked goose
running at full speed carrying a ham like a football.
Hot on his heels were the fox hounds.
Perhaps it was a wild goose chase.
The Skipper and Gilligan came in and each took a seat
in a plush burgundy chair.
The Skipper slowly, through clenched teeth:
You know Little Buddy if you were to move in with Marianne and let the Ginger
move in with me your monkey friends might stop teasing you so much.
Gilligan: I want to move in with Mrs. Howell.
Ted the goose: Dibs on Marianne. Honk!