mom2boyz

My dad had close to a dozen tool boxes--he was a former construction superintendent--and he knew what was in every one of them. One year we got a baby gosling that he intended to train as a "watch goose", as in a "watch dog". It grew very rapidly but learned its duties not at all. When he was on some kind of building project, he would place the tool boxes he would be using out on the driveway. One day he came in the house and acccused my mom of borrowing one of his tools and not returning it. She protested she had done no such thing. The same thing occurred on several following days. Then Mom looked out the kitchen window and saw the thief, none other than our goose which would go over to a tool box, pick up a tool and transport it over to a grassy area and hide it in the grass. Lucy Goosie's days with us were numbered from then on. But that's a whole different story!