My pet duck Myron said that he was leaving so he could migrate. I'm attached to Myron. So I asked Myron if there was anything that he needed that I wasn't giving him. Myron said it was nothing personal. He was genetically predisposed to head south.
I asked Myron the duck if I could give him a ride. He said yes.
So Myron the duck and I drove down to the southern tip of Chili. I stopped the car and Myron got out and walked around for about a minute. Myron said he was ready to go back.
I think I was tired and dehydrated from the non-stop driving and I threw a fit. I apologized. Myron the duck said it was okay. He knew it was my nature to push myself and get irritable.
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