You drop your phone in the canal at 15:06. You were feeding the ducks, grapes cut in half, because that’s what they like, and bread makes them bloated. They love it but it’s like giving them KFC. You think to yourself, “KFC is delicious.” and you begin to salivate slightly, and one of the ducks can tell. She gets slightly nervous and backs away. Maybe she knows that people sometimes eat ducks? And yet, they have no problem coming to feed them. Duplicity at its most pure. That’s probably what the duck is thinking. You take out your phone to search the internet. You’re leaning against the railings, tapping at your phone with your UniQlo gloves, thumb, middle, and index fingers specially treated somehow so that you can still work a touchscreen. And you hold it in your right hand and with your left you type “Why is KFC so delicious?” and you press go, and it tumbles out of your hand, and into the canal, and the duck that shyed away from you, even though her beak is completely rigid and unmoving, with a single axis of motion, you can tell that she is grinning a wicked, gleeful, vengeful grin.