Chapter 17
Kiko mingled as best he could outside, retrieving Mother’s harness from the truck and hooking him up. The goose was in a foul mood from being handled so much, and the children weren’t always the kindest to the poor bird, but Kiko planned to drop him off home the rest of the day. With a little calm Mother would make a full recovery from his irritation.
“Hey, Kiko?”
He turned at the voice to see Buddy Miller standing there, beer in hand. Kiko noticed it was a Muddy Angus; Buddy Miller must have brought his own. The only thing being served in the barn currently was mimosas.
“Hey, Buddy. You want to pet the goose, too?” asked Kiko, smiling. The man shook his head. At the sight of him several parents directed their children away from Kiko. “What is it, then?” He couldn’t imagine
