His Trap

Lucille blinked and stuffed the red cloth back into Joseph's hands without hesitation. "Then I won't look at it." She couldn't fall into his trap because of her curiosity. Joseph chuckled and muttered, "Let's go." The two of them walked back along the path they came from. The moonlight was paper thin, casting its glow over the small village. Lucille mindlessly enjoyed the scenery around her. Suddenly, she saw Joseph pointing somewhere. The man's deep and pleasant voice was full of ridicule as he asked her, "Don't you think that looks like you, Bobo?" "What?" Lucille looked in the direction Joseph was gesturing toward and saw two beautiful and cute white geese standing in the corner. The two big, white geese were practically moving in tandem. Their feathers were white and spotless. Their slender necks were slightly bent. As she and Joseph stared at them, the two big white geese suddenly lowered their necks and began charging toward them clumsily and violently. Lucille knew that somethin