The sneezing goose-My personal recount

Nediva Divya Singam
Index Number: (18)
Secondary 1 A
18 April 2010
The Sneezing Goose
One very vivid memory I have was when I was at the zoo and I was only two-years old. My mother had brought me there to see the horses because when I was younger I was obsessed with ponies and horses. When I reached the zoo I started to beg her to let me go to the stables. Thankfully I had remembered to bring apples and carrots to feed the horses. I walked over to the stables, breaking the carrots into small pieces while asking my mother to cut up the apples. As I started feeding the horses, a goose, flapping its wings in the wildest manner, came running towards me. I thought it was going to attack me, so desperate for help, I screamed the loudest I could and attracted the attention of passers-by. Moreover, I think I had startled the goose too because it suddenly froze in its tracks and did not make a single move. Everyone turned towards me trying to figure out why I was screaming at the sight of a mere, innocent goose. I felt so embarrassed and wished there was a hole in the ground for me to squirm into. However, I managed to regain my composure before anyone dialled ‘nine nine five’ to report a mentally unstable child. The curious passers –by soon walked away and I continued feeding the horses, completely forgetting the fact that there was a monstrous goose behind me. Suddenly, I felt something pecking at my leg. It was the goose!!! As I was just about to run back to my mother, the goose started to open and shut its mouth over and over again so I guess it wanted food as it was hungry so out of sympathy I shoved a piece of carrot in its mouth. I turned back to feed the horses and it started pecking at my leg again. Annoyed, I literally swung around so hard that I almost lost my balance and fell over. The goose nodded its head vigorously, and inexplicably I somehow understood that it wanted to squat on the ground so that I could reach its height. Out of the blue it sneezed the chewed, slimy, disgusting carrot bits onto my face. This time I was seriously shocked, scared out of my wits and totally grossed out. However, this time I did not scream instead I started to cry.
My mother, upon hearing my screams, rushed over and brought me to the toilet and washed me up but I was still traumatised over the incident. Ever since that incident which freaked me out, I have always hated geese.