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Three days later, the students arrived with their nurtured ducks, filling the entire venue with quacking sounds. Many could be seen chasing after their own ducks, afraid of losing them, and to differentiate their ducks from others, everyone had tied their names and numbers around the ducks' feet.
"Look, look, even though they flew up into the trees and I couldn't reach them, these few look really robust, don't they? My little darlings have always been eating well," a chubby boy said while standing under a tree, hands on his hips, speaking to his companion and occasionally calling out to try to coax the ducks down from the trees.
"I really don't get it, ducks' webbed feet are clearly not suited for grasping branches, yet they just stay up there and won't come down," the chubby boy said, his face losing face after calling out for a while and his ducks not complying.
