The Geese Lie Between
He wanted that stick. Henry had always had an insatiable drive for sticks. He loved every little thing about them. To start, they were always outside, and he loved to be outside. He ached to get a stick in his mouth, to discover, hunt, retrieve, and be master of the small, wooden object. This stick, though, this stick would be a challenge. He was in a new place, not the well-groomed park where he usually walked. Not the manicured neighborhoods nestled within the small lake town in which he lived with his family. No, this place was different. This place was terrible. It was hot. Henry didn't like the heat. He had black hair and naturally high body temperature, so high temperatures caused him to overheat very quickly. He could feel his heartbeat quicken. He could see the stick. It was so close. But what lay between him and his treasure was nothing short of a nightmare. Henry didn't like water, and geese didn't like Henry. To get to his stick, his prize, he would have to conqu