If you were in 'The Duck Song'

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You were on a jog at the park, had deciding to actually do something besides being cooped up in your room. Your mother had literally forced you up and sent you out to do something, not necessarily 'Kicking You Out" but that's what they all say, right?

Back to the point, you were marching through an empty park, quite peaceful you admit. You enjoyed the breeze of the upcoming spring, although still having to wear a coat outside as winter is still in its process.

You caught a glimpse of a particular yellow bird.

Cocking an eyebrow, you  ̶t̶r̶a̶m̶p̶l̶e̶d̶  tip-toed towards the odd duck as it waddled its way to the pond nearby the park.

Your eyes roamed the duck curiously, you were weirdly fond of them. How they'd waddle and quack at people, you unconsciously chuckled as you remembered a distant memory of your pet duck from a while back quacking at your friend.

"Ahh... I love ducks" You said in a dazed form before quickly regaining your thoughts. 'Oh wait-- What was I doing?'  You thought as you found yourself now in the middle of the woods. 

In the distance, you could see a middle-aged brunette running a lemonade stand from the corner of your eye. Without any second thoughts, you had hurriedly ran over for a drink.

And let me tell you, it was so weird, you had this sudden urge to eat grapes. It was like those random cravings out of nowhere--

After paying for a drink, which had took a bit of courage as you could see the guy was pretty angry, you hastily gulped down the containments of the overly-sweet juice. You took a moment to enjoy your drink. although still right in front of the lemonade stand, hadn't even moved an inch.

You met eye-contact with the man and smiled, hoping to boost the guys mood before he loses it.

"Hey, um, sir?" You asked, the smile still somewhat present on your face.

"Yes? Want another lemonade?" the guy said somewhat kindly, though you could still see the frustration in his eyes.

"Do you.. Do you.. Do you..!! Do you have any grapes.. ?"