It was a strange feeling being turned into a duck. One minute, I was a normal human going about my day, and the next, I was a feathered creature with wings and a beak. I never imagined it would happen to me, but here I was flapping my wings and quacking.

As a duck, I quickly learned that my voice was a bit too loud and obnoxious for the other animals in the park. They kept telling me to tone it down a bit, but it was hard for me to control my volume. Ducks are just naturally loud creatures and I couldn't help but let out a loud quack whenever I was excited or happy.

I tried my best to be quieter but it was a difficult task. Every time I tried to speak softly, my natural duck instincts would take over and I would end up quacking loudly again. The other animals in the park would give me a stern look and remind me to be more reserved.

It all started a long time ago when I was out for a leisurely stroll in the park. The weather was beautiful and I was enjoying the sights and sounds of nature. As I walked, I stumbled upon a mysterious pond that I had never seen before. It was surrounded by strange looking plants and had an otherworldly aura about it. I didn't think much of it at the time, but little did I know it would change my life forever.

As the days passed, I began to get used to my new duck body and even started enjoying the simple pleasures of life. One of my favorite things to do was to find a cozy spot in the snow and take a nap. The cold, crisp air and the soft, fluffy snow made for the perfect sleeping conditions.

At first, the other animals in the park seemed to accept me as one of their own. They would let me join in on their conversations and activities, and I thought I had finally found my place in the world. But as time went on, I started to realize that it was just false acceptance and they were just trying to tolerate me. My loud quacks and boisterous personality were still a bit too much for them to handle.

Despite their high expectations, I just couldn't seem to shake my loud and obnoxious duck habits. Every time I tried to be more reserved and quiet, something would set me off and I would go back to my old ways. The other animals in the park would shake their heads and sigh, disappointed in my lack of self-control.

Eventually, the other animals had had enough and I was asked to leave the park. It was a tough decision, but I knew it was for the best. It was time for me to move on and find a new home where I could be myself without bothering anyone.

As I flew off into the sunset, I couldn't help but feel a bit sad. Being a duck had become my obsession and I wasn't sure if I was ready to give it up. I had grown to love the feeling of the wind rushing through my feathers and the freedom of soaring through the sky.

But as I flew further and further away from the park, I started to feel a strange sensation in my stomach. It was nausea. At first, I thought it was just motion sickness from flying, but as the feeling intensified, I knew something was off. And as I flew over a strange looking pond, I suddenly felt myself being turned back into a human.

I never did go back to the park, but I always had a soft spot for ducks and their loud, obnoxious ways.

Spotify

i as a duck [FULL EP]

Nausea

My Obsession

Moving

High Expectations

False Acceptance

To Sleep In Snow

A Long Time Ago

Two Steps Quieter

Erase Your Voice

I As A Duck

i as a duck [FULL EP]

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