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One day, late in the Fall, a mama duck, papa duck, and baby duck were flying near their home in Rhode Island.
The mama duck says, "My instincts say we should fly South for the Winter."
The papa duck says, "No, no. It's warmer in the West, and my instincts say we should fly West for the Winter."
The baby duck says, "My end stinks but it doesn't tell me where to fly."
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