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"You ok?", the duck asked...
..."sure", I groaned, rubbing my aching arms and trying to get on my feet again. I had biked into their duck rally which was blocking the path, had pulled the brakes like hell in order to not drive into them and landed on my face in the mud finally. The ducks all burst into quacking laughter, but when I asked them none of them wanted to tell me why they where blocking the path actually. I believe I heard one whispering "food", but I'm not sure if I understood correctly...