"Do you want a goose?"
My love make the goose ready to eat...but I just can't eat a goose. When I see the bullet stuck in the meat, I decide no more goose for me. I'm sorry darling. You did a good job, but for me no lovely goose. And yes I feel myself a little bit quilty...but now I now that meat from the wild is nothing for me. I've try 3,4 times to eat wild meat but every time I cant eat it. So this was the last time for me...from now on just vegetarian food...maybe.