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As a kid, I would go down to a pond near my house with my mom. It always had geese in it, so we brought stale bread to feed to them. This one time, I was mobbed by several large mallards who all wanted their share of the crusty goodness. They tried going after it before it had even left my hands. It was very traumatizing. Tl;dr, thank you for the recursion of my childhood nightmares.
I'm like the opposite of a therapist. Did the mallards go HONK HONK HONK? lol :-)
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