The vicar was furious. Someone, some worthless creature, had stolen his goose. It had been intended that the goose would be feasted upon on Christmas Day. “Kill the fattened goose!” had been the pre-Christmas cry in the vicarage for a number of years.
"I want all to sit,” blasted the vicar to the congregation. “All sit! All be seated!”
The congregation sat.
“The person who stole the goose is not yet seated,” declared the vicar.
“Yes I am,” called out Harvey O’Donoghue.
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