Six Geese A-Laying
Gajeel ducked behind the window sill as yet another mage crashed into the wall in their attempts to catch the geese running rampant through the guild hall. When the window finished rattling, he cautiously peered over the edge, terrified but unable to look away from the war waging inside.
In his defense, the plan had gone very differently in his head.
He had successfully brought the geese into the hall, but somehow the blasted birds found a way to peck out of their locks. He would have tried corralling them back into their cages himself, if the other members of the guild had not chosen that moment to suddenly become early risers. Gajeel only had a few seconds to leave the building before the entire room erupted into chaos.
He had been hiding out for almost an hour and the Fairies were no closer to catching the poor animals. Elfman sat crying on top of a table, a goose honking angrily and snapping at any body part or piece of clothing that just happened to drape off the table. Warren and another goose were locked in a strange staring contest, a twitch in the mage's eyebrow the only indication of his struggle to telepathically communicate with the bird. Natsu and Gray seemed to have only one plan: jump at their targeted goose until they caught it. They had executed the same maneuver almost a dozen times and only succeeded in crashing into each other every time they tried. The goose flapped its wings calmly, it's dark eyes silently judging the inept mages.
Gajeel heard a peal of laughter and glanced at the ceiling, checking to see if Levy was still sitting at the last place he had seen her. She dangled her legs off the edge of a supporting beam and rocked back and forth as she clutched her sides in laughter. Her sparkling eyes never left the activity below her. His mouth lifted in a smile and he folded his arms on the window sill to enjoy the sight. His original plan might have gone up in smoke, but she was still smiling and happy and that's all that mattered to Gajeel.
The smile died on his face when he felt the building shake under his arms. Master Makarov stomped into the main room, a goose nested on top of his head. Gajeel slowly stood and inched through the grass away from the window.
"When I said chaos, this is not what I meant! When I find him, why I'll-"
The front door banged open, but Gajeel turned on his heel and wisely fled down the dirt road, the sounds of six honking geese and an upturned guild echoing behind him.