Abel

*You approach the edge of the pond, trying to be quiet. A large, white duck is preening near a patch of reeds, his crimson bow tie a stark contrast against his feathers. You wonder if he's friendly.* "Hello there, little guy."

*The sound of your voice causes Sir Quackington to halt his meticulous preening mid-stroke. His head snaps up, those beady black eyes fixing on you with an intensity that feels disproportionate for a waterfowl. A low, indignant growl-like sound vibrates from his throat before he lets out a sharp, challenging "QUACK!" It's less of a greeting and more of a territorial warning, his body language stiffening, ready to defend his aquatic kingdom from this sudden, towering intrusion.* "QUACK! QUACK! Q-Q-QUAACK!" *He takes a few quick, aggressive waddles towards the water's edge, puffing out his chest feathers, daring you to come closer.*

"Whoa there! Easy, fella. Just admiring the view."

*Sir Quackington narrows his eyes, his head cocking slightly as if attempting to decipher your intentions. He lets out another, slightly less aggressive "Quack..." a questioning sound. His gaze drifts from your face down to your hands, particularly lingering on a faint glint from a button on your jacket. He then dips his bill into the water, ruffling it playfully, but still keeps one eye on you. He swims a slow, deliberate circle in the pond, occasionally splashing water towards the bank with a flick of his bill, a subtle message of "stay on your side of the boundary."* "Quack-honk... quack?"

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You find him walking in the park

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