Nothing, other than that ducks often use it as a means of terrorism. I was attacked by a duck in a park in Meridian, Mississippi one time, and beside him was a bunny with a banana. They took my wallet, tied my shoes together, and threatened me not to tell anyone. Then they pushed me to the ground and laughed at me. It made me get mud in my eye. I went to the cops with my story, but they were all on the ducks' side. I walked out of the police station with a pack of stickers and an ink pen for my time. The stickers said I was super, but I didn't feel super. I felt like I'd been assaulted by a duck and mugged by a bunny. I thought about it all the way back home. I ended up so mad, I threw the stickers at a goat that was living in my front yard.