On the way home from a game, I get impatient when I end up stuck in traffic, so I lay on the horn in the hopes that it'll get traffic moving more quickly.
Something does happen quickly, but it has nothing to do with the cars in front of me. I stare at my gloves in shock, as feathers rip through them, while my neck elongates, tailfeathers burst through my pants, and clawed toes tear through my shoes!
Now a rather large Canada goose, and a bit cramped due to my long neck, I glance nervously at the cars around me while I contemplate what I'm going to do now...
robertge
