geese crosswalkA few miles from my house is a little creek where geese hang out. It’s a very natury place to call home if you’re a goose.

Except for one problem.

The area is divided by a busy four lane road that was packed at rush hour tonight.

As I headed down this road, I came upon a stop light at a highway interchange. Right where a party of a dozen or so geese decided now would be a super fine time to cross the road to get to the other side.

I was horror-stricken. They all just walked as a pack right into the busy road without a care in the world.

This ain’t gonna end well, I thought.

Until….

Until….

All of us drivers, every last one of us, laid on our horns, loud and steady, which had two effects:

1. The cacophony of horns alerted all over drivers that something was wrong and they all slowed, now knowing why.

2. It made the geese run faster across the street, right into oncoming traffic.

OMG, please geese, move your little asses or fly, dammit!

I just didn’t want to see anyone get hit in front of me, mere feet away. I couldn’t look, but I couldn’t not look because …. because …. I was willing them to move.

Still honking our horns and marveling at the beauty of cars stopping and nobody rear-ending each other, we drivers waited until all the geese made it across without a scratch.

And still without a care in the world.

Did they even know how close they came to certain ends?

Lucky day, my little goosey friends. Lucky day.

* In case you’re wondering why geese walk across roads, rather than fly, here you go.

Stumble it!