the goose

Ok, as most of the world that knows me knows that im out side a lot of the time. Any way, today on my usuall run-around-the-yard. I happend to see at the edge of our lake, a dead goose. And of course (as most people do) I try to think of ways to get it out of our "lake". So i think, by the way at this point I'v ruled out the idea of walking down there and getting it because for one, the water level went down so that people who wanted to clean off there dock could do that, so its all mudddy where the water used to be, and two...im in my socks. So i see a net in a bucket and i try to use THAT to get it out, and no...that doesnt work either...so i go up to the house JUST in time for Daddy to get home. So i say. "Remember that goose you shot and we couldnt find?"  he says, "Yes, why?" I say, "Because i think is washed up in our shore." So he walks down with a pitch fork (to scoop it up) and HE cant get to it either because of mud. He comes  back up and say that thats not OUR goose because ours would be decaying now (most lickly totaly gone). So he leaves me feeling like a compleat idiot.
That is all
}Amanda{