My brother (right) believes that all ducks are stealthy bastar*s waiting to sneak up behind him and pinch his ample cheeks. He never turns his back on them.
My husband (left) had never heard a duck quack till the day we passed a frozen lake on our way to the magistrate's office to get married (something to do with him having grown up in the desert-like Middle East). He said it sounded like "witch's laughter", was probably "an evil omen" and wanted to turn back & postpone the marriage. I had to pitch a rock into the water so he could see the well camouflaged birds scatter, quacking loudly. We did get married that day.
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