Quackattack!

Today was a long and tiring day.
When one has been at school for numerous hours, much longer than most (ie. finally leaving at some time they call quarter to six) there is not much possible on this Earth to cheer you up.
Let us weigh up the facts:
You are a) tired
             b) hungry
             c) someone who has had an uneventful yet boring and tedious day at schooligans
             d) desperately and achingly wishing for home which is about 45 minutes out of your reach
             e) It's slightly dark and slighty cold
             f) To sum up all of the above: ASS
As I said above... nothing is going to improve your mood. Even your iPod (because it a measly little 4GB nano and doesn't have anything to provide to you.
But.
Believe me.
There is something that will most definitely put a smile on your face if not hysteric laughter.
Now, now. Melbourne is a city home to many a cyclist. And as I grumpily strode my way onto Royal Parade I saw the stream of bicycles whiz past. Royal Parade is where the bike rules. Morning and night, indie uni kids, indie Uni High kids, adult city working people (a race rather foreign to my young self) race up and down good ol' Royal P. Cyclists of any speed, ones with fixies ones without; it doesn't matter. It is a sanctuary to any type of bike rider, and if you're there often enough you've pretty certain you've seen it all.
Oh, no. No you haven't.
Amongst the regular riders, coming home from work, pumping their legs up and down away from the city was a particular cyclist who caught my eye. A streak of yellow, you could call it. A fluffy yellow.
A top a bicycle riding at full speed amongst the serious roadsters was a man or woman ( it is impossible to tell) clothed purely in a bright fluffy yellow duck suit. A large circular cartoon like duck head was incorporated in such a suit.
As this quacktastic legend rode past me all my troubles floated away and melted into bursts of laughter. Yes, I was on the street alone laughing outrageously loud to myself. But I didn't care.
Neither did the duck, quite obviously.

Keep on quackin'
Mairead