text: Donald flew the usual route. The other geese flew behind him in a V-shaped formation. They trusted Donald and followed him blindly. They did not know that he was trying to escape from them. No matter which turns he took, no matter how many loopings and barrel rolls he did, the other geese would always follow him. Donald hated being the leader. All the other geese could see each other, talk to each other. They must have felt like part of something bigger than themselves. The Leader had nobody to talk to and felt lonely. His father had been leader and so nobody had ever asked Donald what he wanted out of life. &#x200B; The team was heading south. Their route took them over the colorful vineyards of northern italy, lit on fire by the autumn. Donald gazed at the red and yellow beauty of the leaves and did not see the human hunters, who were aiming at him. "PANG" Blood soaked his feathers and he fainted. As he got pulled closer to earth's surface his body gained speed and Donald crashed right through the window of a teeny tiny stone house. &#x200B; As he woke up Donald found himself circled by humans. He was laying on a wooden table and two human girls were looking at him with a big grin and sparkling eyes. Initially he was scared, but he looked at his hurting wing and saw that the humans had helped him. They had cleaned his feathers and patched him up. He let out a scream of relief. &#x200B; Finally, he was free. A huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He did not have to lead anybody. Suddenly, his stomach crumbled and Donald looked across the small room, searching for something edible. He saw a few seeds close to the open front door and started waddeling towards them. The humans started moving. They followed Donald to the seeds. The mighty leader of the geeese got scared, let the seeds be seeds and waddled out of the house. He found himself in the middle of a small village. After some exploring Donald was suprised to see that it was empty. No humans anywhere. Donald could not fly, his wing would never fully recover and so he waddled through northern italy without seeing anybody. That was until one day as he was drinking out of a little pond Donald saw the reflection of a human girl standing behind him. He turned around in shock and saw that hundreds of humans had lined up behind him. &#x200B; The humans had recognised that they were in the presence of a true leader and started worshipping Donald the mighty gander. Politicians had lied and betrayed them for years and Donald had a long desired purity and honesty. He went on to waddle through the whole country and unwillingly became the first gander president of the republic of Italy. His sudden rise to fame marked the beginning of birdism in Europe. &#x200B; Long after Donald-Il possente-'s death Italy and France were led by charming magpies and Germany had a female cuckoo as Chancellor. The birds were quite fond of each other and instituted long lasting peace on the continent. &#x200B; \-This is a short story written for a creative writing course that I am doing. It had to consist of the following blocks: Orientation-Crisis-Escalation-Twist-Ending.