Deep, dark memories

I lost two dollars when I was about 8 years old. My brother had read a good deal of the Encyclopedia Brown series, and had started a detective agency of his own. I paid him 25 cents to find the two dollars. He asked me the typical questions and began his search.

It's been about 17 years now. I still want that two dollars. Or, at the very least, I would like my 25 cents back.
In a totally unrelated story, I asked this goose to pose for me, and he was more than happy to oblige. Perhaps we stereotype geese too much. Mayhap there are some geese out there, like this one, with kind, gentle souls.