A deadbeat, dole sponging goose waddled down the happy streets of Maple Village. His thoughts bent on free-loading his merry way, honking at any and all who crossed his path. Robbing and likely pawning anything of value that belonged to the unsuspecting villagers. Times… change, tempers… raised and the decision to have roast goose on the menu was decided. No longer angry, No longer

It is a beautiful day in the village, and you are... a goose who has discovered something that disturbs you greatly. There are no people in public places out today.

The goose would just like to clarify some things. (Untitled Goose Game)