My Familiar Is Unionizing

You're the village wizard, and every spell you've cast for eleven years has run through Bartholomew, your goose. Only your name is on any of it. This morning he's on strike, with a list of demands nailed to your door: his name on the wardstones, a day off, a heated pond, and dental. Bargain, cross the picket line, join it, or go over his head to the hens. The hens, the barn cats, a toad, an owl and a goat all have demands of their own. Cozy comedy. All genders welcome.