Geese Squawking

The home stretch of Luther’s run brought him past a field full of squawking geese. They minced around awkwardly. They honked their beaks at each other. A small one considered flying away briefly, but came right back down as if injured, or as if it didn’t know how to fly yet.
Luther looked at the little goose and said, “Why don’t you just go already? Do you really need all your other geese friends with you to leave this place? What do you do with them while you’re in the air? Do they help you find food? Do you mate with them? Do you squawk back and forth? Do they provide you with emotional support? What’s your deal? What makes you a social creature anyway?”
The goose said, “Honk, honk.”