Percy: We had a post in mind for today but we have forgotten what it was supposed to be, so we're going to wing it.
Marcus: Speaking of winging it, my old friends the geese don't visit as often as they used to but they do still come to check on me every once in a while.
Percy: They don't come to check on you! They stop at the mill to rest and eat.
Marcus: Oh, yeah? Then why was their leader honking my name?
Percy: I don't know. Maybe one of his wives is named Marcia and you just mis-heard him
Marcus: I have 20/20 hearing and I do not mis-hear!
Percy: I didn't know anyone has 20/20 hearing, but if anyone does, it would be you.
Marcus: Thank you.
Percy: I do notice the geese are always moving but never moving toward you.
Marcus: That's because Buddy and Merci are with me - Jan too - and the geese are wary of strangers.
Percy: They're always with you, so how can they be strangers?
Marcus: They don't speak goose. If you want to make friends, you have to speak the language.
Percy: If you are such an expert, why don't you teach them the language?
Marcus: They're all too old to learn. Once you pass a certain age, your brain turns into Swiss cheese and everything you hear falls out the holes in your head.
Percy: Where did you hear that?
Marcus: I heard Jan telling someone that since she's gotten old, most everything she hears goes in one ear and out the holes in her head.
Percy: And from that you got the Swiss cheese theory?
Marcus: Of course! Everyone knows Swiss cheese is full of holes.
Percy: So is your theory! Have you considered psychotherapy?
Marcus: Yes, but sitting all day listening to everyone's problems doesn't interest me.
Percy: I wasn't asking if you want to become a psychotherapist. I was suggesting you be the patient.
Marcus: Thanks for your concern but I don't have any problems. And the geese are waiting for me. Gotta run!