"Should we tell her?" The silhouette of a goose leaned over another.
"No." Said a deeper voice.
"But if we leave her..." The voice trailed off.
"Think, if we take her, we might not make it in time."
"But she trusts us, she trusts..."
"It doesn't matter. This is life or death. We both know she'd never be able to make the journey. You have other children. She was the weakest anyways. Only the strong survive."
"Your talking as if she's already dead."
"Yeah, she could never make it through a winter here, anywhere actually. You know she's weak, she's always sick. She would only live a year, even if we do take her."
"She deserves a chance! Let me bring her just this one year. If she's still sick and weak next year, we'll leave her then, but please! I want to bring her!" The feminine voice pleaded.
"No. And that's final."
"Goodbye sweetie," The older goose sat beside the young one. She rubbed the fledglings head affectionately. Then stood back up and flapped her wings. She turned back one last time,
"I know you'll be fine..."