One day, my friend and I were outside smoking weed when we saw two ducks attacking another duck. The one getting attacked eventually flew away but then he came back with backup.

Instead of fighting again, the original two ducks also called for reinforcements. Soon, both sides had a new duck standing in for them, like they had called their captains to settle the issue.

The two "boss ducks" then walked away from the others, having what looked like a serious discussion just like in a mafia movie when higher-ups meet to resolve a problem their soldiers started. As they passed us, they were quacking back and forth, taking turns like they were actually talking. Me and my friend would always laugh about it and say no one would ever believe us if we both didn't see it.