(Introduction)

Hi…my real original name is Oscar (my Mom liked to watch the Movie Awards through the window of a house near Canadian Lakes, Michigan)and since this story isn’t illustrated you don’t yet know that I’m a Canada Gander…that’s a male Canada Goose.
I hope you have a little time to spend with me because mine is a rather long story about a rather long journey. Go ahead and get a glass of milk (I like chocolate in mine)and a sandwich or something tasty and healthy…I’ll wait.

OK…shall we begin?

I’m located below 23 degrees 26 minutes 22 seconds South (that’s in the Tropic of Capricorn)but you don’t need to remember all of that …let’s just say it’s VERY FAR SOUTH…where they have NEVER even seen a picture of a Canada Gander like me.
You see it all started about a year ago when Hurricane Sophie surprised me by being so powerful and caught me trying to migrate from Canadian Lakes to my winter home in Gastonia, North Carolina.
I kept watching for the sun and moon to get my bearings but it was so stormy and cloudy (and windy of course) that by the time I was able to fly out of that storm I was way down below the Caribbean Sea!
Well I landed on some Island and ate the prettiest fruit, but the natives kept chasing me yelling something about “Slow Roasted Goose…YUM!” and I’m sure that you’ve heard the term “Your Goose Is Cooked” so I flew out of there as quickly as my wings could flap.
And…continuing with my bad luck, a Tropical storm named Verna swept me in the opposite direction of Gastonia way down here where I am now.
I want to tell you about the afternoon I landed here in a country called Argentina. I was very very tired from flying and when I finally saw the shoreline I just flop-landed and fell right asleep.

(to be continued tomorrow)