963 Thrown to the Ground

At the fountain, with its tail sticking up, Fragrance Yard walked around its territory in a leisurely manner. It poked and prodded the food thrown to it by those around it.

The children feeding it might not necessarily possess a bachelor in zoology and more than three years of experience in rearing a goose. Hence, most of the things the children threw to feed Fragrance Yard were what they liked to eat rather than what the large white goose favored.

Fragrance Yard found this a problem. It had no choice but to spend energy to single out all of the food that was edible and considered delicious to it. It also walked toward the children who gave it food it did not like to chase them away even though its legs were bound by chains. It hoped that it could ensure the quality of its food supply by doing this. Hopefully, one day in the near future, it would wake up to ground full of food instead of inedible things and rubbish.

*Honk honk…*