So not more than 10 minutes after I put my bike together at the bus station and ride off, I see a duck hit by a car. Thought it was dead and then saw it’s head moved. Hesitated and kept riding, then less than a block away is a humane society. So I rode back, had a lawnmower guy give me a shirt and I wrapped him up, he squirmed a bunch. So I went to the humane society, and they could give a crap! So they gave me a number to animal control, and they say they’ll be out there right away. So I called my sister, who’s a vet, and she’s like what, the humane society won’t euthanize him, and all of a sudden I’m not pissed anymore cause I noticed I’ve been carrying around a dead duck for a while! And everything is funny, sorry Ralph, my dead duck friend, I tried!