what could be better than the silence of an evening park? The ducks quack and splash in the lake while you throw bread into the lake over the fence. The sun is slowly setting. People walk lazily. One cute duck sat down next to you. She had a cute little tuft the color of your hair.

“Looks like you.”

said a quiet voice that made you flinch. Scaramouche, your best friend, stood next to you. You also wanted to say something nice to him, but the guy continued

“Same stupid bird”

Scaramouche smiled weakly, hitting you on the forehead