Duck! by Phil Cummings

Duck!

I was alone in my little box of a cell. I was happy. The answer to the Yellow Duck Koan had come to me, all the cobwebs had cleared. I didn’t have any car, I had given away all my money. I had learned that I actually knew absolutely nothing, I had ditched all my plans and aspirations and prepared myself for annihilation just as the yellow duck would do when faced with the gesturing boy.