The Goose Peered Around
in a single Windsor knot- sneaking away from the party to suck face
- eating a bite of the brown-and-white lumpy food
- worry about clothing more than a thirteen-year-old girl
- unable even to remember the name
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The goose peered around at all the wedding guests, apparently unaware it was supposed to be our dessert. I considered it poor form for Jason to bring the animal in here alive, but I also thought a mouthful of feathers would be a vast improvement over that bite of cake.
The tartan frocks they wore were, in fact, a single tartan frock, which Jason had arranged to cover both himself and the bird on the platter. He’d used the garment’s belt to join them up in a single Windsor knot. He bowed deeply to deposit the platter on the floor, and the goose spread its wings. Jason kept his head bowed, so it appeared to be the goose who lisped, “Wouldn’t want anybody sneaking away from the party to suck face, not when dessert is almost here!” And with that, the goose shook off the frock and dashed out of the room. It waddled back a moment later, towing a trolley laden with desserts.
“Ohhh,” people around the room murmured, “dessert goose.” The trolley made the rounds, and soon we all had our treats. I didn’t know what mine was, and glanced around suspiciously before eating a bite of the brown-and-white lumpy food.
Jason flounced up to the high table, stroking the tartan fabric of his frock. The Tessabot said, “You worry about clothing more than a thirteen-year-old girl. Did you make that one yourself?”
He laughed. “No, it’s a very exclusive designer’s work. But, silly me, I’m unable even to remember the name.”
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