At my Mom's house in California we used to have ducks, chickens, cats and dogs. The two ducks roamed free through the three acre property. Then, one day, some sort of predator moved in. We had a Mallard named Sir Francis Drake and a Muscovy named Mertle. She could fly, he couldn't. So what did he do? Well, Francis moved in to the dog house with our hound mutt named Red. Red didn't seem to mind the company but I do think he minded the fleas that came along with his house guest.
This story reminded me of that.
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