It was early 21st century and in the Saddle River County Park in Saddle Brook, the good one, not the one on the other side.  But, the one where Officer Reycuk lets the postal employees from the Paterson Distribution Center bone-up for lunch.  There, was a duck and he would waddle up to the park-goers (people) and he would harass and berate them.  I was sitting on the bench near the parking lot, (the one that faces the restrooms) and I had my feet turned in and pressed together. I must have spent an hour or more observing this duck as he made sure that everyone in the entire park got a piece of his lip.  Anyway, as he was tiring-out he must have mistaken my feet for a nest and he waddled his way on top of them.  Making himself comfortable and tucking his head under his wing to take a nap.  I felt so for this little lad that I made sure not to move my feet to disturb him.  As passerbys made comments and chuckled.  I imagined just what of this duck could be dreaming.  A simpler time perhaps.  When he had no stress.  No worries.  No responsibilities.  No need to yell at the humans who come into his place of abode and destroy it.  With their littering and smoking and loud rudeness.  Or maybe he was dreaming about some swan he's had his eye on, or flying, or going for a swim.  Then, without warning, I pulled my feet abruptly apart and chided him vociferously "YOU DUMB DUCK!  PEOPLE are dreamers NOT DUCKS!  He just shook his head, then waddled away mumbling to himself incoherently.