concerning chicken ducks part duex!

So there are was with no weapon in hand staring down a larger then life mean slobberingly vicious chicken duck! I without thinking dart to my left as it attempts to plung its life threatening beak into my heart! Everything is moving completly fluidly. Mind and muscle are one. Then suddenly I reach a zen state where time itself seems to stop. At first I was startled. I stared at the vile beast before me as it stood completely still. I looked behind me and saw a humming birds wings flapping extremely slowly like in one of those new matrixy action movies. Then I saw my chance. Underneith the chicken duck was a sharp but large rock. I slid like a kung fu master underneith the beast while grabbing the crude weapon and hurling it upward! And then in a sudden rush, time returned to normal. The large bird crashed to the ground. I had beaten the chicken duck.

This story, of course, is purly my own ridiculous imagenings of what I wished had happend the first time. But I have been in a struggle, battling the chicken in a different sort of way. Liz and I often take walks down pond this year as well. But the poop left by the annoying creature seems to be increasing exponentially! So in order to get to our romantic rendevue liz and I have to walk through chicken duck crap. It really ruins the ambiance I wish to create on our moonlit strolls. Well played chicken duck.