A confession, mostly I was sitting on a wooden bench at the edge of a botanical garden last Sunday. The one you sit on when you've walked further than you meant to and now your knees are negotiating with you. And that's when I saw a child trying to feed a a piece of pretzel to a duck. The duck wasn't interested. The child held out the pretzel anyway. The duck looked at it, looked away, looked at it again, and then waddled 3 feet to the left as if to make the rejection clearer. The child followed. The duck waddled 3 more feet. The child …
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