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This is really true. Emma was out putzing around in the garden today planting pansies (which, she was interested to learn from Wikipedia, is a symbol of free thought, secularism, humanism, and freedom from religion.) Suddenly, she heard a huge crash and turned to see a gaping hole in the window of her storm door. She didn't even have time to think before a mallard duck flew out the hole from inside her house and began waddling around her garden. Emma watched the duck, wondering what to do. Strangely, he seemed to be no worse for wear. Then another whirrrrrrrrr and a female duck came flying out from her house and the pair flew off. Inside, Emma's hallway was full of glass shards and a bright pool of red blood, much more crimson than human blood. Emma doubted that our poor female duck lived for much longer since she was the first through the glass and suffered the damage.
Emma's daughter said, "What does it mean, Mom?" She was afraid it was some kind of omen. "I think it means ducks are stupid," Emma said. Neighbors came around to speculate about the ducks. After all, this isn't exactly the wide open spaces but a close suburban community. "Maybe it was an old flyby," they wondered. "Maybe the door looked like water to them." Emma's son said, "I hope ducks don't mate for life." They then felt sad.
