Not all fowl I have seen in Xiapu were constrained, whether by bags, baskets, or cages. I saw one lucky duck as night fell while I walked past a convenience store. The location struck me as unusual for a duck, so I stopped for a more extended look.
And the duck stopped to look at me.
We both seemed to be unsure as to what would happen next. After about a minute, the duck took a few steps and then stopped again.
It kept looking at me. And I kept looking at it.
Concerned this might turn out like a Wallace and Gromit horror scene, I decided to continue onward in my original direction. But it was quickly getting darker, so I soon decided to head back. I crossed paths with the duck again and risked a closer look.
Of course, the duck looked at me.
Thus concludes the dramatic story of my encounter with an unruffled duck.
And the duck stopped to look at me.
We both seemed to be unsure as to what would happen next. After about a minute, the duck took a few steps and then stopped again.
It kept looking at me. And I kept looking at it.
Concerned this might turn out like a Wallace and Gromit horror scene, I decided to continue onward in my original direction. But it was quickly getting darker, so I soon decided to head back. I crossed paths with the duck again and risked a closer look.
Of course, the duck looked at me.
Thus concludes the dramatic story of my encounter with an unruffled duck.
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