"Agatha! There you are . . . what are you doing?" Zeetha asked, clasping her shoulder.

Agatha threw another scattering of grain before the flock of geese and smiled as they honked and flapped their wings, picking through it for the choicest bits - however geese determined such things. "Feeding the geese," Agatha supplied, and glanced up at the looming shadow of Castle Heterodyne, ". . .and trying to figure out if my family did anything to these geese or if they're, uh, regular geese."

They hadn't spat fire or started talking yet, so it was possible they were normal migratory geese . . . who had somehow lit in Castle Heterodyne's gardens without being eaten by anything else . . . maybe.