I'm going to wonder about it forever. It surely wasn't the same duck year after year, so it's not like she'd tried a few times and hit on a system. And the most amazing thing was the timing: the duck hopped out, the ducklings followed, and they marched straight at the door like they knew there was a nun waiting to open it.
The Swallows of Capistrano ain't got nuthin' on the Mallards of Brooklyn.
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The Swallows of Capistrano ain't got nuthin' on the Mallards of Brooklyn.