In the city’s bustle, a goose waddles into the crosswalk, unhurried, unflustered. Drivers halt—a feathered pedestrian dictates the pace. This goose, flaunting its innate sense of order, could teach us a thing or two about civilized queues.
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In the city’s bustle, a goose waddles into the crosswalk, unhurried, unflustered. Drivers halt—a feathered pedestrian dictates the pace. This goose, flaunting its innate sense of order, could teach us a thing or two about civilized queues.