Quacking up

The other day I was cycling along, minding my own business, when I caught a glimpse of another cyclist, travelling in the opposite direction. There was something weird about his face. As he cycled closer I realised that he was wearing a false beak. He saw me looking and started to quack out loud. I love Amsterdam. It's the only place in the world where a man dressed as a duck on a bike offers you a performance for free... and it seems totally normal.