i would begin to quack, convincing the 10,000 ducks that i am one of their kind.

i continue to live amongst the ducks for several years to come. unbeknownst to them, i am not a duck, but a human. my facade will eventually fade away after more time spent with the quackers, as they slowly realize that i am not a duck. then, the horde of ducks stampedes onto my limp body, crushing my bones and killing me.

anyways funny quack quack duck haha