I was jogging through Stanley Park the other day, and I saw a young kid (7 or 8) by the river tossing rocks at ducks. His dad kept telling him to stop, he didn't, and when he lured a duck in close and hurled a rock at it, the duck flew out of the water and attacked him.
He immediately starts to wail, I'm laughing at him, and so is his dad. It was probably one of the funnier "I told you so" moments I've had.
Frank: you need to watch out for those little *******s. I've been attacked my nesting geese on the golf course, and they're plain MEAN when you get too close.
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