A Canadian dies.... An unrepentant murderer, God judges him to be sent to hell. The Canadian awakens, on a beachfront, infinite in its width and breadth. As he gets up, he sees the swarms of geese, spread with the density of a small lake in mating season. He cannot escape, for whenever he flees the geese that are currently attacking him, he only runs into more. Nothing hurts them, nothing works anymore. This is what hell feels like.
wow 😮😂
Thanks for this, it's beautiful. I used to live in Mundare and I felt sleep listening to geese sounds. It's a lullaby to my soul.
A Canadian dies....
An unrepentant murderer, God judges him to be sent to hell.
The Canadian awakens, on a beachfront, infinite in its width and breadth.
As he gets up, he sees the swarms of geese, spread with the density of a small lake in mating season.
He cannot escape, for whenever he flees the geese that are currently attacking him, he only runs into more.
Nothing hurts them, nothing works anymore.
This is what hell feels like.
Yes.
If I had a pet Canadian goose bird if it’s a girl, I would name her Leynie Pascua Lightfoot.