Dear Dairy,
Today me and Quillia went with Farmer Gary to the geese hut. I wanted to play run through the mud pit, and Quillia wanted to eat the worms that live deep in the moist soil. But today there was a funny goose in the pen. He was as big as the Greylag Geese, but he had a black neck with a white chin. I'd never seen anything like it in my life.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Gary, eh, a Canada Goose," he said, with a very strange sounding accent,
"When did you come here?" I asked as he pinched some grass to eat.
"My family is going to Lake Ellesmere, eh, but I got lost because of my bad wing" he said, raising his wing to show off some ruffled feathers.
"Yes, so we took you in, didn't we darling?" said Grandma Gaggle, a Greylag Goose.
"Aye, ya did". He nodded his head and then flapped his wings a few times. "I reckon it's better now, so I best be up, up and away!!!". Once again he pounded his wings down, and heaved himself into the air.
Qrandma Goose came over and said to me, "He was a good chap. Hope he comes back some day". She waddled back to the other geese, who were eating out of the farmers bucket.
It was then Quillia finally showed up. She'd been eating some grubs in the grass the whole time, and had missed all the excitment.
"What's happening?" she asked.
I laughed, and we ran around the goose hut till the sun was low in the sky.
I hope Gary comes back. Ah well.
Goodnight.