Martin did not like geese. He was fine with them before a few years ago! Before he joined MJN and risked life, limb and license.
His theory was that if anyone else had had the encounters with the winged vermin that he had, well, even Sky God Richardson might not be so keen.
St Petersburg started it all. To paraphrase the sunbeam of a steward; a really good cause of getting nervous instinctively around an animal is for one to fly into the engine of an aeroplane your piloting to make you almost die.
Uskerty had been the sealing nail in the coffin of his phobia; he really did not want a goose friend.
It really wasn't a very good idea when Arthur had suggested going to a petting zoo in the back-water American town they were in, but that kicked puppy expression should be illegal!
He and Douglas were standing by the fence as Arthur stroked some goats and sheep, etc. when Martin felt a peck at his leg. He looked down.
"GOOSE!" He startled, flying into a run.
"Skip, I think it's actually a duck..." Arthur advised.
"Duck, duck, goose!" Douglas guffawed.
Martin ran out of the gate and out of the zoo; it was the funniest thing Douglas had ever seen!