My Sandwich, the Tragedy My enemy stands before me. I grasp my coveted sandwich a little tighter, trying not to damage the delicate bread. My ears ring and the hairs on my arm stand up as he bellows a honking song of warning. But I don't give in to his demands! I watch as his beak opens wide, preparing to devour my bready snack. He knows that I know, he is sizing me up for his inevitable attack. His white feathers ripple with brief hesitation, tensing his muscles in preparation to pounce. I don't care; I'll taunt him by eating my sandwich in front of him and wait for my damnation. His webbed feet patter towards me; it has begun. I abandoned my previous bravado and did what I knew best and ran. For the first time, I know true fear and I must give up the thing I hold dear. With greatest regret, I toss the beast my treat who gulps it down in one bite, a remarkable feat. So here I sit, reminiscing over my breaded friend, who sacrificed himself to save me from a goose-filled end.