I read a little story thabout Errol Flynn one time. When he was a boy he would go to his grandparents estate, in England I think. They had geese. He thought it was fun to get a long piece of string and tie a piece of slippery fat to it and toss it to the geese. The goose would swallow the fat and would soon p--p it out then another goose would eat the fat and do the same thing till there were several geese running around attached by a string that went iin one end and out the other.