However, for a long time the metaphor eluded us. One tropical monsoon morning, when the restaurant was very close to being finished ( we had the concrete floor down, and the tables in), a flock of ducks from the rice field across the road ( yes, there were rice fields all around us then ) ran quacking and squawking into the restaurant and across the floor and tables. They left muddy webbed footprints all over the place. They were our first guests – those dirty ducks !
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