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Cooked Goose Results in Attack

Jamestown, NY–A domestic dispute has erupted over the butchering of a goose.
When local authorities arrived at a small farmhouse on the outskirts of the city, they discovered a bizarre scene involving a semi-conscious man covered in goose feathers and sauce and with a suspicious wound on his buttocks.
The disheveled man said he had been preparing a nice cooked goose for his wife when she came home and viciously attacked him for no apparent reason.
“It was a very bizarre scene,” one of the responding officers said. “We found the victim in a daze, covered in goose feathers and some kind of sauce that made all the feathers stick to him. He also had a wound on his buttocks that appears to have been made by a pitchfork.”
“The sauce smelled sweet and zippy; I’m guessing some kind of Cumberland sauce,” another officer added. “It’s too bad; I bet it would have paired well with the goose…I mean, had his wife not used it to scald him.”
“The goose laid golden eggs,” the wife exclaimed in exasperation. “And I don’t mean that metaphorically; it laid literal eggs of gold. Do you know how hard that is to find?”
“But it wasn’t hard to find,” the victim later stated, “it just wandered onto the farm one day; easy peasy.”
“The idiot knows what I mean,” his wife responded angrily.
“I don’t see what the big deal is the victim replied, it is frightfully difficult to make a proper omelet with golden eggs; it’s nearly impossible.”
“You could buy a thousand omelets with a golden egg, you imbecile.” The wife retorted.
“Where’s the satisfaction in that?” The victim asked.
“Yep,” the booking officer told us, “we had to pull her off him again; she went at him like a honey badger…in her defense, he was kind of an idiot.

Leaping Lad Causes Fires

It seems a local lad named Jack has run afoul of the authorities by causing multiple conflagrations while attempting to leap over lit candlesticks.

After reporting to another blaze, in which he nearly burned down the home of a friend, the fire chief had had enough.

“He lit his own home on fire on multiple occasions,” the fire chief related. “In the first instance, there was minimal damage. The second time, there was slightly more damage than the first. The third time that he set his home on fire, a quick-thinking friend put the fire out. The fourth time, it was a complete loss; we had to drag him out of the house with his hair still smoking.”

After that, he moved into a friend’s house, the same friend who had helped him previously, and whose house he immediately set on fire. He would end up living in a shack, which he promptly burned down. Now he lives in the woods; the forestry service is very concerned.

Despite the authorities’ best efforts, Jack has continued to be a problem.

“We have forbidden him from purchasing candles, owning candles, lighting candles, and jumping over said candles. We have also forbidden him from purchasing matches, disposable lighters, Zippo lighters, and those flint spark lighters that you have to squeeze repeatedly and are a pain in the ass to use, virtually anything that you can use to start a fire,” The local Constable told us disgustedly. “If we see him so much as rubbing two sticks together, we will arrest him.”

When pressed as to why he continues to attempt to leap over lit candles despite the calamity he’s been causing, Jack’s answer was simple. “Jumping over a lit candle is good luck.”

“Do you know what’s not good luck?” The Fire Chief responded, “Having to run into a blazing inferno; that’s what isn’t good luck.”

“How hard is it to jump over a candlestick? I mean, it’s not that tall.” The constable added in disbelief. “He is a fat little bastard.”

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