Friday, August 14, 2009

My brother is a murderer.

Zaven, the bearded wunderkind, now has blood on his hands. And possibly goose poop.

As some of you may know, Zaven plays golf on occasion with his buddies. Some of you also may known he is not the best shot on the block. And so, it may not come as a surprise that he missed his target the other day at the course. Or did he? Was his target really the hole, or was it, in fact, the GOOSE THAT HE HIT???? HMM??

Yes, little (not really) Zaven nailed a Canada goose. It didn't go down right away, oh no. Imagine Zaven flailing his arms around while leaving his body stationary; that's how he described what the goose was doing.

One of Zaven's buddies then told him it was a course rule to put the poor creature out of its misery; and so, he reluctantly made his way down to where the spaztic bird was flopping around. He didn't want to kill it, but he thought it was his duty.

And what happened next, you ask?

It landed in the water trap and drowned. How lucky is that?


Lori said...

Oh that just made my day!

Molloy said...

Somehow I doubt that is a real course rule.

What could they do if it hadn't drowned or he hadn't finished it off?

"Sorry, son, that goose was still alive when you left the other day; we'll have to add five strokes to your game."