You're a horrrible, horrible goose.

The goose is satisfied for now...

Your life is spared for today.

By a weird chance of fate a seagull swoops down and gobbles the bread. "Bitch." It says in a female robotic voice.

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rude, it would have shared if you had admited being inferior, and pleaded in a pitifull manner for scraps....

Now you're going to be its next meal, honk...

swiggity swooty

Thank you for your offering of a compliment, the goose is not satisfied, but it will do long enough for you to get peas as the true offering...

Now if you excuse it, it will go and torment the mun, the mun accidentally erasing the question with the wrong button, and the goose isn’t happy.

Whos up for some peking duck tonight? 

Good luck trying to catch this goose~!

it is merely... lurking, silently stalking, like the unholy predator it is.

Iggy remained in one spot, save for a couple of centimeters being nudged forward by that awful goose.

*  HEY! Keep your beak to yourself, ya sicko!

Peeck

Peeck peeck...

Nope, the unholy water fowl won’t stop, one of it feets starts hitting the rock’s side, as if it was a horse, before honking.

Yes... it is I

* Sigh… Just my luck…

Iggy is once again used as a seat to tired passerbys. Maybe someday, this loveless rock will find its special someone.

Not the desired effect.

Hand them over honk.

“Oh no you don’t, you little PUNK!” With an eye twitch, she forms a row of spears in front of the meddlesome creature.

The goose will continue running away, zig zagging across waterfall, and let a few muffled honkings as it flaps its wings eagerly, and perhaps mockingly, at the young monster...

*  WHOAwhoawhoa WHOA! SLOW DOWN there, pardner!

Iggy looks up with its non-existent eyes to see who its pusher is.

Oooooh. A non-monster (or human, like that one time) doing the pushing? What a relief!

*  … at least take me out for dinner before doing that, darling~

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(( Starter for @an-evil-goose​ ))

Iggy simply exists in front of the goose. If one listens carefully, one can hear it humming a tune.

Hm... a sentient rock, eh? Curious thing? Perhaps. 

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And so the goose rushes to raid the whole pie.

The bird is awfully quick, surprisingly quick, and clean as it devours every single piece, every single crumb with ravenous seeming hunger. Upon it, the goose honks happily, the sacrifise had been worthy, another nice day to be spared.