My university is literally run by a mafia of ducks. In each area of grass there is a different sort of duck. Off the top of my head, least six different duck species live on campus. Some are very aggressive, some are used to humans, and some never make any contact at all. There is one place though, called The Duck Pond. Here there is the only memorial statue we have in the whole uni - a giant steel duck, who I never met because it died a couple of years ago. It probably had tenure though. The Duck Pond is now controlled by the two biggest ducks I've ever seen in my whole life - the size of a terrier dog or something. Everyone is scared of them, but also reverent. They will steal your lunch and bite you if they sense dissent. We sell rubber ducks and tote bags with ducks on them in the uni shop. At this point I suppose we have to be happy about it.
