Sitting at a little outdoor café on the Place Pasteur.
Mary notes that the male duck is not happy being dirty or being in his cage.
She mumbles under her breath--the injustice of it all...they have no concern for the quality of life for those birds! Imagine!
Finally, the duck's caretakers are done with dinner, and Mary says boldly,
"Prends tes canards!"
Take your ducks! (Home!)
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You had to be there.
Coin! That's French for quack! (quack!=sheila?)
2 comments:
mmmmmm... canard.....
i am droolng just thinking of those babies plucked and roasting.
did the duck owners respond?
I'm finally catching up on your blog after returning from China where they hang plucked ducks - head and all- in the windows of the best duck restaurants. At the same time I'm watching Anthony Bourdain in China sampling various cuisines such as cow stomach and Duck kidneys.
Kate
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