trust me, im a goose

It felt as if she were in a staring contest with this goose. Why was he staring at her like that?! Frozen in fear and confusion, Bramble nearly fell when he started flapping his wings at her. A little squeak emitted from her lips as she stumbled back a few steps. What did she do to receive such ire from the goose? Furrowing her brow, she straightened herself out and stood as tall as she could make herself. No hissing and spitting goose would scare her off! He was only a goose after all! Lifting her lips as an attempted growl was sent in return to the advancing goose, Bramble was convinced she could scare him back.

Until he let out a loud ugly HONK. Her eyes flew wide open and she stumbled back again. "HEY!" She screeched, ears flattened as her teal eyes glared at him. "What's your problem, goose?!" Bramble said as she tried to stand up and shake off the damp grass.