No Golden Eggs From This Goose

There were strange noises from the woods and the dogs were barking.
Eventually they stopped and I was busy on the computer when the worthless ones had another hysterical fit and some one was yelling my name from the street.
Golly, thought I. Have one of the worthless ones escaped and attacked an innocent tourist.
What, I wondered, was happening.
I got up and went to the front door to check, and there was my neighbor Yose, armed with a big stick and a machete, chasing an enormous gray goose who must have been the source of the strange noises we heard earlier.
This is dinner, he yelled over the din of the excitable mutts, I am going to get it.
Well, the goose was not of the same opinion, so every time Yose got a little too close, it spread its wings and hissed at him something fierce.
After many futile attempts at getting near the goose, Yose realized this was not going to happen, and I think he was secretly happy for that, so he wiped his brow and poufed his coif, put his hand on his hip and said to me
If you promise not to tell, I will say that the goose escaped.
Who was I to argue ?
So from chasing it as his dinner he was now trying to make the recalcitrant goose get a move on and flee, and again the goose had other ideas and took its sweet time waddling down the street, stopping and coming back sending the worthless ones into another fit of frenzy until, in its own time, the goose went into the woods.
I checked later on, and aside from some goose poop, there most certainly were no golden eggs.
Drat it.