Stale Bread Worth Fighting For, Apparently

I bravely took Viola and Mary to the lake at the park to feed the ducks and geese some stale bread.  I had to hold on to both of them really tight the whole time.  I was not in the mood for a swim after Viola, Mary would have been on her own.  There was one really mean goose that was biting everybody else for our bread.  What a punk.