Geese, parrot, horse
Ah the good old days of primary school. But our days were tainted by the class bully who was to be feared by all... Well, at least until we went to the bird sanctuary where some local geese grabbed his jacket and chased him round for a good five minutes, not letting go. Oh the mirth, oh the merriment, oh the ribbing he got for bursting in to tears!

A few weeks ago our old parrot 'Sammy Buttercup' died. It was a sad time and for the whole day before he 'crossed over' he was clearly very sick. My mother was hand feeding him bits of food to try and get something into his system. Instead he decided to take one final chunk out of her finger. He died an hour later. It was his way of saying goodbye.

Back in the day we lived not 2 minutes away from the old Wigan Athletic football ground. On match day we'd often see the police horses walking up and down our street. On this particular day the policemen stopped and chatted for a while and my mother gave the horses a couple of apples to munch on. They ate the apples and she went in to make the policemen a cup of tea (it was the olden days, we were all friendly back then). This is when the horse decided he was going to follow her inside.. Luckily the policeman had dismounted because by the time we could stop it we had the front half of a very large police horse in the living room!
( beefandcheese, Fri 3 Jun 2005, 9:05, Reply)