“I want to be a Royal Guard when I grow up!” The refrain echoed in field and den, forest and fen, clifftop and shoreline, and many of these Narnians would eventually find some limitation that could not be overcome: small size, webbed feet, slow gait, unwieldy appendages, dull senses, or utter lack of any natural defensive mechanism.
The black-and-tan Goose out of the northern wilds, however, did not take no for an answer. After knocking Leszi horns over hooves with a blast of her powerful wings and pecking the agile Cheetahs until they fled the training ring, she coiled her snakelike neck back for a strike and hissed: “Do you still want to deny my application?” and Edmund could not in good conscience turn her away... and that, dear ones, is how the Just King was “goosed.”
Narnia (Rthverse)
The black-and-tan Goose out of the northern wilds, however, did not take no for an answer. After knocking Leszi horns over hooves with a blast of her powerful wings and pecking the agile Cheetahs until they fled the training ring, she coiled her snakelike neck back for a strike and hissed: “Do you still want to deny my application?” and Edmund could not in good conscience turn her away... and that, dear ones, is how the Just King was “goosed.”