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Shiiit son, you don't know the half of it.
So like, the other day, I was walking through the park and minding my own business. Then out off nowhere this GIANT FREAKING DUCK decides to waddle his way in front of my well plotted out walking path. I had picked this path because it was the most efficient. That damned duck must have known this because he sat his giant ass in front of it. I mean, he had to have been like 20 feet in height alone, I kid you not. So that stopped me in my tracks, i wasn't quite sure where to go. This was my path, and there was no way I was going to take any other direction of travel. Going around it would be admitting defeat, I didn't have the legs i needed to jump over it, not did i have the wicked awesome burrowing skills that i wish i did.
So I stood there for what seemed like 23 hours and twenty five minutes. The duck didn't do so much as flinch. I had begun to wonder to myself why it was there in the first place. Was it there just to be in my way? It wasn't taunting me, this duck seem to take no notice of me. It just stared out to the horizon, as if searching for some deeper meaning in blue of the sky. This air of introspective thought turned to be contagious as i found myself soon delving into my own mind, racking every possible part of my brain for an answer as to why this giant duck has chosen this exact spot to make its seeming sentry point.
Night Time was approaching, so I made camp at my spot, hoping that i may get a lucky break and the gargantuan fowl would decide to move, fortunately I had my tent and camping gear with me because you can never bee too prepared.  Night slowly whittled away without a sound, I read some book i brought with me about some hall way that wasn't really there. To avoid getting paranoid about the nonexistent, i put down the book, and went out side. The duck was still there, ever towering in its presence, not asleep but not really aware of anything else, and still just staring out there at the now night sky. I stared at the duck for a good minute or ten, then i stared up at the stars and full moon, it was a nice night to be out.
As time passed i grew less and less confused by the duck, and more accepting of it. I still stuck to my path, but not through determination of not admitting defeat, more out of my determination not break this kind of streak i had going. I lost track of of the days that passed, slowly growing weary through my lack of food and or drink, since i would not stray off path.
I started to forget why i was there in the first place. The duck moved not an inch since I he sat down, only occasionally the wind would ruffle his gloriously gigantic plumage. I can't be sure, but i think years passed, my beard had grown gray and my body had whither. Something was keeping me alive, but i didn't understand what it was. More time passed, whether it was minutes, days, years, or decades escaped me. My camping gear rusted, my tent tattered and disappeared, yet the duck remained.    With nothing left i sat down cross legged facing this avian monument. I noticed scenery change, greens to oranges, oranges to brown, the stars moved in the sky and the moon changed shape. Not necessarily within its crescent variations, rather it seemed to change in size, first larger then quite a bit smaller.
the duck did not seem to age as i did, as compromised as my memory may have been, I'm pretty sure it appeared the same as it did the first day i encountered it.  My mind began to wander, was i really there with the duck? where am I anyways? I couldn't remember how I got there or where I was even from. The only thing constant in my memories was this duck that was sitting in front of me.
More time escaped around me as the sky's changed color. Everything was now varying between warm shades of red and pure white light. The earth began to tremble, but the duck moved not. Cracks formed in the landscape and things shook more violently. I felt pretty rooted to the ground, but slight panic formed in me. It was less panic and more confusion, as nothing has happened in as long as I can remember, but now things were different.
Then the duck stood up. It tilted its head and looked down upon me, its wings spreading and stretching. The earth and land were cracking all around us, disappearing and breaking off into what seemed like nothing. There was a look in the ducks eyes, one of extreme sorrow and compassion. It looked as if it was saying "i'm so sorry, I really am."
It then opened its beak as if to say something, I was ready, expecting it to say what i read in its eyes.
"Quack."
and with that, the only thing i've known to be, took off into the firery skies and towards blackened stary skies.
as it disappeared i soon realized that i was standing on the last remaining patch of earth, a stilt among space and the stars.
All alone.

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Shiiit son, you don't know the half of it.
So like, the other day, I was walking through the park and minding my own business. Then out off nowhere this GIANT FREAKING DUCK decides to waddle his way in front of my well plotted out walking path. I had picked this path because it was the most efficient. That damned duck must have known this because he sat his giant ass in front of it. I mean, he had to have been like 20 feet in height alone, I kid you not. So that stopped me in my tracks, i wasn't quite sure where to go. This was my path, and there was no way I was going to take any other direction of travel. Going around it would be admitting defeat, I didn't have the legs i needed to jump over it, not did i have the wicked awesome burrowing skills that i wish i did.
So I stood there for what seemed like 23 hours and twenty five minutes. The duck didn't do so much as flinch. I had begun to wonder to myself why it was there in the first place. Was it there just to be in my way? It wasn't taunting me, this duck seem to take no notice of me. It just stared out to the horizon, as if searching for some deeper meaning in blue of the sky. This air of introspective thought turned to be contagious as i found myself soon delving into my own mind, racking every possible part of my brain for an answer as to why this giant duck has chosen this exact spot to make its seeming sentry point.
Night Time was approaching, so I made camp at my spot, hoping that i may get a lucky break and the gargantuan fowl would decide to move, fortunately I had my tent and camping gear with me because you can never bee too prepared.  Night slowly whittled away without a sound, I read some book i brought with me about some hall way that wasn't really there. To avoid getting paranoid about the nonexistent, i put down the book, and went out side. The duck was still there, ever towering in its presence, not asleep but not really aware of anything else, and still just staring out there at the now night sky. I stared at the duck for a good minute or ten, then i stared up at the stars and full moon, it was a nice night to be out.
As time passed i grew less and less confused by the duck, and more accepting of it. I still stuck to my path, but not through determination of not admitting defeat, more out of my determination not break this kind of streak i had going. I lost track of of the days that passed, slowly growing weary through my lack of food and or drink, since i would not stray off path.
I started to forget why i was there in the first place. The duck moved not an inch since I he sat down, only occasionally the wind would ruffle his gloriously gigantic plumage. I can't be sure, but i think years passed, my beard had grown gray and my body had whither. Something was keeping me alive, but i didn't understand what it was. More time passed, whether it was minutes, days, years, or decades escaped me. My camping gear rusted, my tent tattered and disappeared, yet the duck remained.    With nothing left i sat down cross legged facing this avian monument. I noticed scenery change, greens to oranges, oranges to brown, the stars moved in the sky and the moon changed shape. Not necessarily within its crescent variations, rather it seemed to change in size, first larger then quite a bit smaller.
the duck did not seem to age as i did, as compromised as my memory may have been, I'm pretty sure it appeared the same as it did the first day i encountered it.  My mind began to wander, was i really there with the duck? where am I anyways? I couldn't remember how I got there or where I was even from. The only thing constant in my memories was this duck that was sitting in front of me.
More time escaped around me as the sky's changed color. Everything was now varying between warm shades of red and pure white light. The earth began to tremble, but the duck moved not. Cracks formed in the landscape and things shook more violently. I felt pretty rooted to the ground, but slight panic formed in me. It was less panic and more confusion, as nothing has happened in as long as I can remember, but now things were different.
Then the duck stood up. It tilted its head and looked down upon me, its wings spreading and stretching. The earth and land were cracking all around us, disappearing and breaking off into what seemed like nothing. There was a look in the ducks eyes, one of extreme sorrow and compassion. It looked as if it was saying "i'm so sorry, I really am."
It then opened its beak as if to say something, I was ready, expecting it to say what i read in its eyes.
"Quack."
and with that, the only thing i've known to be, took off into the firery skies and towards blackened stary skies.
as it disappeared i soon realized that i was standing on the last remaining patch of earth, a stilt among space and the stars.
All alone.