All these memes about Untitled Goose Game are reminding me of when I was eleven and my mom was eight months pregnant with my youngest sister.
While my other siblings were at soccer practice, Mom and I would hang out at a playground by the school that had a duck pond next to it.
One time, there was a goose sitting on a nest of eggs, and I sat down to look at her. Being an eleven-year-old kid with no experience interacting with wild animals, I grabbed a small twig and held it out in front of her. Instead of angrily hissing at me, she took the twig and added it to her nest.
For the next few weeks, whenever my siblings had soccer practice, I would visit the goose and feed her some bread. After my sister was born, and we brought her to the duck pond for the first time, I went over to the same spot. The nest was still there, and had several little feathers in it, but the goose was gone.
I'll never know what happened to that goose or her eggs, but I hope her descendants are doing all right.