It sucks being a duck.
The thing about us ducks is we are birds of a feather that flock together. A good flock is what we all desire in life.
I wish I could strut when I walk instead of this tiresome waddle we have been blessed with.
And of course being a flock there is never any privacy. There’s always someone poking their beak into your business if not your food.
Ducks are great gossips you know. We know each other inside and out. There’s a hundred different ways in which we communicate. The humble quack, the demonstrative quack quack and of course the hysterical quack, quack quack.
And if that’s limiting consider our appearance, we all look like the same duck. Though I do have my eye on Mavis, she is such a sassy one, her quack well it really gets me where I like to be get.
Quaaaaaack!!!!!! I’m on fire!!!!!