Noel sat on the park bench.
Around him, the ducks pecked at the ground. Noel had only one slice of bread left.
Rather than tear the bread, Noel, good anarchist that he was, tossed the whole slice at the smallest duck. It landed in front. The duck looked up at Noel in horror. Noel laughed.
The whole group came in for the bread. The tiny duck got one peck, before the bread was torn apart in front of him.
The quacks grew louder, and Noel kept laughing.