Many years ago my mother attempted a sacrifice to the geese at the zoo. I was 6 at the time and everything still fascinated me, so I was particularly gullible. My mother gave me some bread and pointed to a gaggle of murderous geese by a pond most likely hoping to finally be rid of me once and for all. I was ecstatic, and I trusted my mother which was surely a mistake. I couldn't wait to feed the peaceful creatures by the water. So I ran with joy over to them and this is where everything went terribly wrong. One goose stood up craning it's neck, it's piercing eyes met mine and terror flooded my body as its brethren started to honk and flap their wings wildly. My flight or fight response kicked in and I started running. I could hear them behind me, their shrieks filled with all the anger of how they evolved from giant carnivores to small clawless ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, filled the once peaceful setting. I ran as fast as my legs could take me but the geese had used my innocent approach against me and allowed me to get close. I felt the first pinch on my calf and knew my life was about to end. I had to turn and fight or perish at the beaks of pissed off dinosaur ♥♥♥♥ birds. I swung my arms and kicked desperately. My strikes bounced of their bodies like rubber and they assaulted me relentlessly, surely to devour me piece by piece. I quickly realized this was ineffective and started to run again. Luckily my mother must of had a mental crisis and decided that she wanted to keep me after all. She ran and picked me up and carried me to safety. Tears streamed down my face. To this day I am still deathly afraid of geese after my mother tried to sacrifice me to appease their murderous souls.