George the duck dived and swam, kicking his webbed feet in the water happily.
"Nothing could be better than this," George quacked loudly while flitting about. "Today is the best day!"
Bob slowly drifted across the water.
"Really, George? I'm barely staying afloat. It was all I could do to get out of the nest this morning."
"Are you kidding? I can't swim through this water fast enough. Let's sing duck songs! And organize the sticks in the dam according to size!"
No duck is that happy at this time of day.
Bob knew the truth: George was on drugs.
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The above is a short example of the sorts of things I feel like writing these days. Usually, it's a tragic-comedy of some sort because after a long, ridiculous day that's what comes out.