It’s a duck.
No, it isn’t. It can’t be it hasn’t got a duck’s bill.
Well, I think it is.
Its face is pointy. Ducks don’t have pointy faces, they have duck faces.
From where I come from it’s a duck, always will be a duck.
Then you’re as disillusioned as ever.
We had ducks on the pond when I lived on the farm. Lots of ducks paddling about and in the breeding season a stream of baby ducks following their mother about. They always looked so cute.
We ate ducks. Dad would wring one’s neck and then it would be all hands on deck dressing it up for dinner.
I don’t know how you could do that. They’re small, defenceless and cute.
And they taste good.
Anyway, that’s not a duck.