When Templeton didn't return to his home under the trough that evening, the Goose decided to step away from her nest and see if she could find him. It was cold but not snowy -- just a few days after Christmas, in fact -- and she knew he ought to get somewhere warm before it got even colder. Thankfully, she knew him well enough to know where to look first. It was that time of year when the humans threw out more food than usual, and she knew the rat would be digging in the trash for leftovers that hadn't even made it to Wilbur's trough.
She found him in the trash, sitting in a pile of what seemed to be bread, but it was covered in strange-smelling colorful shapes. Templeton had eaten nearly the entire thing, and he looked so big and round, the Goose idly thought he resembled light grey cantaloupe. He looked dazed from having eaten so much, a dopey smile on his face as he absently continued to break off pieces of the odd-looking food. She landed close by and gave him a nudge with her beak, snapping him out of it. "Well, well, well," she said, looking him over. "Just what have we here-ere-ere?"
Templeton gazed up at her, licking the residue off his lips. "I have utterly no idea," he grunted in a voice thick with sugar, "but it's amazing! The Zuckermans say they got it all from some distant relative they rarely speak to, so they just chucked it! Can you believe that? So wasteful! I love these people!"
"And I take it it's delicious?"
"It's disgusting! Utterly rancid and putrid! Overly sweet, too crumbly, too many of these candied bits and bobs on it!" His grin widened. "I've eaten almost five loaves! Ohhhhhh, it's so heavy in my stomach, I can't stop!"
The Goose chuckled her deep fruity chuckle. "Well, you'll have to-to-to. It's still winter, after all. You need to be somewhere warm quickly."
Grumbling, Templeton stuffed a few more chunks of bread and odd-looking sweets into his mouth and struggled to get out. She smiled fondly, bent her long neck downwards and gave him a nudge upright with her beak. He groaned at having to move, but she smiled all the same as she helped him roll his way home.
She found him in the trash, sitting in a pile of what seemed to be bread, but it was covered in strange-smelling colorful shapes. Templeton had eaten nearly the entire thing, and he looked so big and round, the Goose idly thought he resembled light grey cantaloupe. He looked dazed from having eaten so much, a dopey smile on his face as he absently continued to break off pieces of the odd-looking food. She landed close by and gave him a nudge with her beak, snapping him out of it. "Well, well, well," she said, looking him over. "Just what have we here-ere-ere?"
Templeton gazed up at her, licking the residue off his lips. "I have utterly no idea," he grunted in a voice thick with sugar, "but it's amazing! The Zuckermans say they got it all from some distant relative they rarely speak to, so they just chucked it! Can you believe that? So wasteful! I love these people!"
"And I take it it's delicious?"
"It's disgusting! Utterly rancid and putrid! Overly sweet, too crumbly, too many of these candied bits and bobs on it!" His grin widened. "I've eaten almost five loaves! Ohhhhhh, it's so heavy in my stomach, I can't stop!"
The Goose chuckled her deep fruity chuckle. "Well, you'll have to-to-to. It's still winter, after all. You need to be somewhere warm quickly."
Grumbling, Templeton stuffed a few more chunks of bread and odd-looking sweets into his mouth and struggled to get out. She smiled fondly, bent her long neck downwards and gave him a nudge upright with her beak. He groaned at having to move, but she smiled all the same as she helped him roll his way home.
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