A Waddling Visit

Revisions on Duck for a Day are finished. The book is done. Now is the time to sit back, put my hands behind my head and forget about ducks for a while.

That’s what I think.

Then I open my door in the morning, and find this:
A duck. A completely random duck. On my doorstep.

Is it a sign?

And if so, what does it mean?

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