Niall walks into the café with a grin and a shake of the head. Walking to the counter, he sees that the Barista is already pulling an espresso for him. He nods his thanks and says to Lucky Moran, who is sitting nursing a latte, "You would not believe the run I had at lunch the other day!"
"I'm certain I would not," Lucky says.
"It was the day that it suddenly got super-chilly and there was a rain coming down. Totally invigorating! Well, I'm running the trails, and back through the enclave, which runs by the manufactured pond for all the ducks, y'see ... and as I'm jogging by the tip of the pond, there are these two ducks sitting there, face to face, like they're talking to each other ..."
Niall then takes a sip from the small white cup. Smiles at the Barista. Says to Lucky, "Then, these two ducks turn their heads toward me as I'm walking by, and so I says to them, 'This is just like water off your back, isn't it now?' and you know what they did then?"
"Quacked?"
"No! They, both of them, turned to face the pond, giving me their backs, and then they just ruffled their rumps! Poofed their feathers, shaking their butts!" Niall put the palm of his right hand over the fist of his left, then spread his fingers and shook them wildly. "That must have be duck-talk for some foul gesture!"
Lucky smiled. "Maybe that's where we got the phrase 'flipping the bird'."
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