
When I was little, I so wanted a pet goose. They had live babies for sale at the Seven Mile Fair in Wisconsin, near my uncle's house. But he wouldn't let me buy one, even though I had brought my own allowance with me and was told by my parents I could buy whatever I wanted at the fair. Phooey.
I have no idea what I was going to do with a goose in the suburbs, anyway.
Don't refuse to go on an occasional wild goose chase—that's what wild geese are for.
—Author Unknown
—Author Unknown