So this is my version of Stuart Blythe's version of Tony Campolo's parable of the ducks...

The duck students were excited, today was the long promised visit of Professor Aylesbury Mallard, distinguished scholar of duck anatomy, and she was going to give a lecture on the wing - not that is, that she was going to make it up as she went along, it was a lecture about the wing.

So, after waddling around the detritus of their student flat gathering pencils and paper, the students waddled down the road to University of the West of Duckland and into K block where the lecture was due to be held.  The room filled, and the ducks eagerly waited for the lecture to begin.  In waddled the professor, laden with with handouts that explained the minutest details of the anatomy of the wing.  Powerpoints showed the layout of bones and tendons, feathers were passed round to be examined and admired.  The ducks frantically scribbled or typed notes, amazed at all she had to say.

The lecture neared its end and the professor lowered her voice.  Our student ducks craned forward, eager to hear what she said, but could not quite catch it.  The ducks at the front leaned nearer and the professor spoke again, whispering something important.  Soon the mesage spread as, row by row, the students joined in the cry, 'fly, fly!'  Soon the air was filled with loud quacking as every duck joined the chorus.

Then the clock chimed the hour, the lecture ended, and the ducks waddled out the leacture room and back up the hill to their flat discussing what they had learned...