Part of the flock

Birds of a feather, flock together. You know the saying, I'm talking about right?

Well, I'm not a freaking bird so why has this flock adopted me as one of their own? No, first of all, why am I a goose? And what is this urge to attack random passerbys? And why does this grass taste like a Michelin-star meal?

The story of a girl mistakenly cursed by a riled up goose.