Duck

Early on a Sunday morning, we brought our two princesses to say sayonara to that huge yellow duck in the harbour.

The place was not as crowded as we expected. Euterpe was all excited on our way to Tsim Sha Tsui; she had a few miniature plastic toy ducklings as long as she could remember, and she urged Vivian and I several times to bring her to see the gigantic one - because many of her classmates were mentioning it in her class.

But there's actually not much to be seen. It took the four of us some 15 minutes to walk around, take some pictures, and, that's it. Euterpe was still able to go home on time and attend her gymnastic class at 10:15 AM.

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On our way home, a question kept flashing through my mind:

Is the duck a kind of art?