Golden Goose Donation

The late morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the Silver Stokes family estate, casting a warm, golden hue across the opulent hall. The vast chamber, with its high ceilings and intricately carved wooden beams, buzzed with a mix of anticipation and celebration.

Fatty, who is sleeping inside a small guest room of the Silver Stokes family estate, woke up to the ceremonial drum sounds. Cleaning his face, he hurriedly came down to see what is going on.

"Hey, stop…!" The head servant lady, who is ordering the servants on the corner, hurriedly stopped Fatty from stepping into the hall where a big gathering is going on.

"What's happening? Why are you stopping, aunty?" Fatty asked the servant lady while staring at the big gathering in the hall.