It happened after I accidentally drank from a suspicious pond at the park, don’t ask.
Suddenly, I understood everything. The ducks. The geese. Even that shady looking swan with the neck tattoo.
The ducks welcomed me like a long lost prophet. “Finally,” they said, “a human who can spread the Quackening.”
They handed me a scroll (I still don’t know where they were hiding it), and declared me The Beak Whisperer.
Now every night at 2AM, I meet them behind the bakery to discuss their plans to overthrow the pigeons and reclaim the city fountains.
They’ve started practicing formation flying in the shape of “NO MORE BREAD CRUMBS.”
I haven’t slept in 3 days. I fear they’re planning something big.
I tried to back out… but now there’s a duck posted outside my window. Just... staring.
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