Damian's P.O.V.
I leaned back in my chair, beer in hand, as Jonah finished telling a story about how he once got chased by a goose in his own backyard. The man was built like a brick wall, yet here he was, describing his desperate escape from an enraged bird like it had been a life-or-death situation.
“And I swear, that damn thing had it out for me! Came at me with murder in its eyes.”
The group around me roared with laughter, myself included.
“You’re telling me you—Jonah, the so-called neighborhood powerhouse—ran from a goose?” I smirked.
Jonah pointed at me. “Laugh all you want, but I dare you to mess with a nesting one. See if you make it out in one piece.”
Thomas, the old professor, chuckled, shaking his head. “He’s got a point. Those things have no fear.”
The conversation rolle
