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We are very firm believers in the phrase, “If it quacks like a duck, it is a duck,” even if Hu-Dad tries to explain that there is no duck.
We had a great Sunday afternoon walk in Carrier Park in Asheville, one of our favorite walking parks. As we were loading into the Jeep, we kept hearing this “Quack. Quack” sound. Qannik and Kiska were the most intent on finding our fowl little friend, but all we could see is a kid blowing into his hands while holding a blade of grass.
Hu-Dad tried and tried to explain that the noise we were hearing was coming from that kid, but he sure didn’t look like a duck to us. (For those of you not up to speed on such techniques, you can find them described here.)
Qannik tired of the game, but Kiska might still be looking for the duck.
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