The geese have survived Martinmas – at least almost one hundred of them huddled in the far corner of their enclosure and tried to stay warm despite their flat feet being planted in the snow. Then again, they impressed as sufficiently fat, eh, big birds, so I wasn’t too worried about them freezing to death – but rather about having survived Martinmas only to end their lives as Christmas roast today or tomorrow.
A different animal, though, is something I would like to point those of you to who are still looking, probably in a state of growing nervousness, for the last Christmas presents to be bought or ordered: Any biker or kid or biker who has remained a kid at heart (so basically: any of my friends) will like Strampolino:
