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.
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.
ReplyDeleteMaggie-
ReplyDeleteI 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. :-)