I love ducks. Ducks are little feathered parcels of joy. You can't look at a duck without feeling a little more relaxed. This morning, I was on my bus in peak hour traffic when all of a sudden, the traffic came to a halt. Every car stopped, because a community of ducks were crossing the road. People always stop for ducks, because ducks are lovely. Everyone on my bus had a smile on their face after that little incident, even though it slowed their trip to work slightly, you could feel the warm fuzzy wave enveloping the bus! Ducks know that life is not about getting to work on time or earning lots of money, ducks know that it is about hanging with friends, sticking together, appreciating food (even if it is a bit stale or a bit soggy) and occasionally having a paddle.
Next time you're stressed, channel your inner duck! (That said, please look both ways before crossing the road, because chances are, without a bill, you may lack the appeal of a duck)
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One evening Nick and I were stopped on Bartels road with all the other cars waiting for some Ducks to pass. All of a sudden a petulant P plater driving a VL swung into bus lane and put his foot down. Stupidly he had no idea that we were waiting for the Ducks to cross and he promptly mowed a few of them down. That guy was nominated for the Friday F Wit.
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