Several lakes surrounded the University campus where I went to school years ago; and the ducks owned the lakes, so they politely flapped, waddled, and quacked behind whoever had a class near their pond.
The ducks considered the students who tried to sneak across campus near their home, because they were late for class, as trespassing upon their private property, -and as we all know there are consciences for rude behavior in the duck world, much like breaking the law in all societies. Anyway, I'm sure you know what legal tender is in a ducks world- Food-
We could hear duck wings flapping, and a chorus of quaking, before we opened our eyes each morning, including week-ends. Maybe Roosters were born to wake up farmers, and Ducks were born to wake up students- Who knows?
Anyway, most of the ducks I knew were polite, and easy to deal with, but this educated group of ducks were different; they were were loud and aggressive, especially if you didn't pay your right of passage. So, the best thing to do was leave the house prepared to feed them, and never, ever interrupt their breakfast. (The most important meal of the day.)
Some students believed that the ducks knew which students were going to feed them, much like a waiter knows a good tipper, so they would immediately start attacking the students who didn't have food, and peacefully surrounded the ones with a bread bag. Incidentally, most students left their house each day with their books, and a bag of bread for the ducks.
But, sometimes it was hard to remember duck rules early every morning, therefore, on occasion a student would forget to bring the ducks food. Thus, it just so happened that one students memory lapse, provided a Daddy Duck with the opportunity to teach the rest of us a valuable lesson.
Several lakes surrounded the University campus where I went to school years ago, and the ducks owned the lakes, so they politely flapped, waddled, and quacked behind whoever had a class near their pond. -It was just one of those things in life you have to learn the hard way-
You see, the ducks considered the students who tried to sneak across campus near their home, because they were late for class, as trespassing upon their private property, -and as we all know there are consciences for rude behavior in the duck world, much like breaking the law in all societies. Anyway, I'm sure you know what legal tender is in a duck world- Food-
We could hear duck wings flapping, and a chorus of quaking, before we opened our eyes each morning, including week-ends. Maybe Roosters were born to wake up farmers, and Ducks were born to wake up students- Who knows?
Anyway, most of the ducks I knew were polite and easy to deal with, but this educated group of ducks was different; they were loud and aggressive, especially if you didn't pay your right of passage. So, the best thing to do was leave the house prepared to feed them, and never, ever interrupt their breakfast. (The most important meal of the day.)
Some students believed that the ducks knew which students were going to feed them, much like a waiter knows a good tipper, so they would immediately start attacking the students who didn't have food and peacefully surrounded the ones with a bread bag. Incidentally, most students left their houses each day with their books and a bag of bread for the ducks.
But, sometimes it was hard to remember duck rules early every morning, therefore, on occasion a student would forget to bring the ducks food. Thus, it just so happened that one student's memory lapse provided a Daddy Duck with the opportunity to teach the rest of us a valuable lesson.
