Gerta glanced around hastily, where were the geese? And who let them out?
She heard honking and headed in the direction of the sound. She found them, but there was a slight problem. They were in their next door neighbor's front yard. The one that hated geese even more than Gerta was scared of them. He had promised to shoot if he ever saw one of the birds on his property.
Gerta had to get them home, and she had to get them home fast!
"Dear Jesus," she prayed silently, "Please help me get the geese home"