There was a pond nearby, a pond in which some ducks often swim. There was a specific duck who waddled its way out of the water, ruffling his feathers and wings to shake the droplets all around himself. The duck seemed healthy and cute, enough for anyone to feel the need to feed him.

His beady eyes glanced at you, who happened to be taking a toll nearby. This duck didn't fly or run away. Instead, it just kep staring and even quacking sometimes.