I was a bird, sometimes more than I was a human. I was left at the end of a pond, that had slowly become frosted as the winter showed itself to us. I was a goose. My family had honked and hollered at me, but I could not be told to fly. My wing was broken and the pain began ailing me every time I moved my body. It was a mystery of how it came to be broken, as a goose I came to have many encunters with pain and struggle. This was however the season of migration and my wound had plagued me into seclusion. My mother swam about me in a desperate way, we all began the clock of the winter chill and yet I could not even extend my wing to glide over the pond. I finally hid from my mother in the reeds at the edge of the pond so that I would not be a bother or a heckle to my family. I was also safe from the reeds hidden from any danger. Snow had made me stiff and I slept most of the day while my mom, forced herself to forget of her goose ling. Eventually the snow became too frequent and on a particularity bright gray morning my family left me. I stayed silent in the reeds until their excitement had vanished. I emerged from the reeds and gazed upon a fearful sight, emptiness and soundlessness pf a freezing pond. In a panic of pure instinct I began to flap me wings. Oh it was merciless pain! I went up crying out feverishly for my family to return. I gave up quickly and managed to fall in the shallow part of the pond. A goose could not cry so I laid there in silent defeat as I felt the winds foretell of a coming winter storm. I eased myself onto the icy muddle shore of the pond. It made me uneasy to be so defenseless and weak out in plain sight. I waddled to a narrow part of the bank and hid among the greyish rocks. Every moment I was cold and wishing for flight.
I knew I would have died that winter if it hadn't been for him.
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