Alas, I must bear sad tidings. The number of goslings is now only six; the seventh is no longer of Lake Bob. I fear it was young Fortitude that met with his doom in the form of a snapping turtle...or a snake...or who knows what. :-(
But Faith, Hope, Charity, Prudence, Temperance, and Justice seem to be waxing fat and browner. They've definitely put on some weight since Wednesday. Dante and Beatrice seem fine too.
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2 comments:
Ah, dear me, but I'm sure young Fortitude (as befits his name) went down with much virtus for the sake of a younger sister: Hope or Faith perhaps? He should receive a knighthood posthumously.
Maggie-
I dare say he did. Fortitude was a good egg, and a better hatchling. Would you be willing to compose a verse in honor of the occasion? I should certainly post it on my blog. I don't ask for an elegiac haiku: that might be honor too excessive. :-)
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