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But one fair white bird stood up and spoke. Do not kill them, for their darkness is a burden upon them. Place their madness upon me and I shall carry it forever.
And so the gods agreed.
And onto the fair goose, who was once the most kind and most gentle, they poured the wrath of Canadians. The bird's white feathers darkened and it was done.
And relieved of their madness Canadians knew what the goose had done for them, and they hung their heads in shame.
And that is why geese are forever angry, and Canadians forever sorry.