I was late to my own wedding because my father decided I was to be wed in a Walmart in Arizona. I was supposed to get married at a duck “pond”(it was literally a hole dug into the ground and some ducks got placed in it) in Missouri. I don’t know who I was supposed to marry.
I often go to this duck pond, and there are these three Pekins that never leave each others' sides. I see them every single time. I've named them Huey, Dewey, and Louie (though I think they're lady ducks).
Okay, so, I just really need y'all to know about these Canadian geese at my local duck pond. So, I live somewhere where there are no Canadian geese--they only come through here briefly for migration, and then go on their merry way to warmer parts of the continent. BUT, one year, this one goose just refused to keep migrating. He just kind of went, "yes, this duck pond is big, clean, and has a fence around it, and people throw me snacks all the time, so I will stay here." And he did. So every year since then, all the geese come through and they all leave, and he stays by himself and lords it over the ducks and splashes around in the pond and has a great time.
But what do you think happened this year? I was walking by the duck pond and saw that the goose not only had a mate, but four fluffy goslings! He somehow managed to convince another goose to stick around, and to me this is the love story to end all love stories, thank you very much, that is all.