Can one get any wetter? Wet is wet. That’s it. These were my thoughts as I was feeding the ducks at Stanley Park and another thought pop up. Do ducks get wet? Or does water just roll down on their backs?
What an introspective mind I had that afternoon for a simple activity of feeding the ducks when I can just easily enjoy the moment. And I did.
These ducks are smart when they see humans. They very well know that we can’t resist feeding them even when there is a sign “DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS.” Ignoring the sign, I have half a loaf of baguette that I do not want to waste.
On the other side of the bank, I saw a racoon. Go away, bandit, you are not invited. Do you think the bandit understands? Of course, not! Bandit had his eyes on the bread.
What happened next, bandit went for a swim across the bank, on my side of the lagoon. Then bandit started calling his family: “Come and follow” in bandit’s purring sound. A Mama and a baby raccoon heeded his call.
Now what? How am I going to get out of this situation? The exit is where the raccoons are.
Please note that this may sound like slow motion but this incident happened in a flash.
Panic set in. I started to sweat and wanted to shout “Go away”. Too late, they came charging towards me and all I can do is jump on the bench.
Help ~ thieves ~ bandits; these raccoons are stealing the bread. I threw the bread to the other side of the lagoon, they run after it. I quickly jump out of the bench and ran out faster than a speeding bullet.
Sweating with fear during this incident, wet and saturated with my perspiration. I am safe and sound.
