By midnight, the apartment was a war zone. The living goose had multiplied. Three geese now patrolled the rug, stealing shoelaces and knocking over plants. Leo’s phone was a chaotic mess of goose-drawn doodles, random honk recordings, and a new wallpaper that just read: You live here now. Rent is bread.
Annoying. But harmless. So he thought.
“Give that back!” Leo shouted.
