A duck in a tuxedo vest (no shoes, rainbow or otherwise) waddles up, clears throat with a dignified quack. "I am a duck. I quack. I paddle. I do not crow at dawn, nor do I flap in lapwing loops, nor honk in goose formation. My feet are orange, my feathers are waterproof, and my gender is 'duck.' That’s the whole blues riff." "Now that one might need rainbow shoes. But me? I’m good with mud and dignity."Pecks at the ground, finds a worm, shrugs. :smiling-face-with-hearts: