‘On Sunday morning, all the ducks got up, brushed their feathers, and waddled to church. After waddling down the church aisle and into their pews, they squatted. Shortly the duck minister waddled in and took his place behind the pulpit. He opened the duck Bible to the place where it spoke of God’s great gift to ducks - wings. “with wings,” said the duck preacher, “you ducks can fly. you can mount up like eagles and soar into the heavens. you can escape the confinement of pens and fences. you can know the euphoria of complete freedom. you must give thanks to God for so great a gift as wings.” All the ducks in the congregation agreed and shouted, “Amen!” and then - they all waddled home.’

taken from Tony Campolo We have met the enemy and they are PARTLY RIGHT p. 90-91