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Sunday, 1 May 2011

Quack, quack, quack...


Crisp autumn air braced my cheek. Distracted by the sting, I bumped into a strange man. He seemed a pleasant character, idly standing on the corner of Vine and Maple. You know the spot, right next to the old Royal bank. I greeted him a fair morning, he quacked back.

"What's this?" I said, "You sound like a duck to me!"

"Quack, quack quack!" he gingerly replied.

"Very well then my good sir; may I wish you a wonderful day."

"Quack, quack." echoed his nonsensical reply.


An hour or so later; I arrived home from my walk. More than a little disheveled; I described to my wife the brief encounter with the duck. She listened intently, nothing seemed amiss until she replied.

"Quack, quack quack."

Decades passed, we never spoke of that fateful "duck" day. In time; the memory faded, becoming so distant it may have been a dream.

Now, in the autumn of my life, I gush as a warm spring zephyr clears cobwebs of winter from my mind. I find myself idly standing under the old Maple tree next to our local bank. Rounding the corner, with reckless abandon; a young man crashes into my reverie. For a brief moment, our eyes lock. His handsome, rugged strength and unbridled enthusiasm reminds me of my youth long past.

" fjklga rlta fklsak cdkgl flgtr." He states with a smile.

"Quack, quack, quack." I reply in equal bewilderment.

"hfkl tkwlyyo tiwoutp gs ;lafj." winking as he walked away.

"Qua..." deja vu.

The End.


We can read this quaint little story laughing at the idiocy, or, search for truth within. Rarely do we take a close look into the essence of our being. What does it mean to be human? Now that you have finished my little story, please take a moment to answer the multiple choice test question below.

Question:
What are you?

Answer:
a.) Duck
b.) Human
c.) Omnipotent God
d.) All of the above

In Lak' ech, my brethren, quack quack love....