Hit by a flying V.

Hit by a flying V.

No Joke.

Walking back to my room, I saw some very low flying ducks.
“Hey, look at the ducks! Cool!”
They flew closer. There was about 14-16 ducks flying in a pair of V formations stacked on top of each other like a double-decker bus. They were quacking a marching hymn.
“Wait.”
They avoided the trees. They didn’t feel like landing apparently.
“They’re coming right at me.”
A mallard wedge was about to slice me down the center.
Lucky my spider-senses caught on.
l i k e b e i n g s t r u c k b y R a f i k i ' s s t i c k

l i k e b e i n g s t r u c k b y R a f i k i ‘ s s t i c k
written in 2007
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