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Geese, in contrast to ducks, are such little shits. Last night I ran past a duck perched on a little retaining wall. I was so close I probably could have elbowed him. He looked at me, I looked at him, we gave each other knowing looks that neither of us is going to start anything, and I went on my way. Had it been a goose, that knowing look would have been "I'm going to fuck you up, and you know I could do it."