I saw a duck crossing the road. I thought it looked familiar. "DEAN!" For some reason, I shouted at it. Why Dean? I don't know. The duck, surprisingly, looked in my direction. There was an awkward tension in the air. It then turned back, and continued crossing the road. I got angry. I was having a bad day, I don't need a duck to ignore me just like that. Pissed, I walked right up to it. The duck stopped in it's track, and looked up. We were in the middle of the road, but there were no cars around since we're in a pretty remote area. The duck looked up at me, and took a step back with it's wobbly webbed feet. Raising one of it's wings, the duck glared at me as it spoke,
"My name is Shaun, you cunt."
