Inkwell always believed the finest poets wrote about geese, specifically itself. Then it found a book praising…
Inkwell always believed the finest poets wrote about geese, specifically itself. Then it found a book praising wild geese in the far-off sky. Insulted, it splashed across a stream to confront a wild goose resting nearby. The offending goose simply spread its wings and fled into the sky. Inkwell could not follow. So it picked up a brush instead.