Take the duck go home?

Today after school I was leafing through a book about Stratford that Carol had brought from home back in September. Guo, my co-teacher, came over and we talked about the different things in the book. The book has lots of Stratford photos, and mainly features the popular spots in town like City Hall, the courthouse, the theatres, and the mighty Avon river.

One picture showed a lot of ducks sleeping by the edge of the water as dew clung to their feathers and the surrounding grass. Guo saw this picture and here's a summary of our funny conversation:

Guo: "In Canada, you eat the duck?"

Me: "No! I don't eat ducks. We feed them bread!"

Guo: "So nobody go here, take the duck go home?"

Me: "No...they're always there and nobody takes them to eat."

Guo: "Ohhh...in China, we eat the many things! We eat the snake, the duck, the cat, the goose..."

Me: "And dogs!"

Guo: "Yes! Dog very good!"

And we both had a good laugh at each other's tastes in food...me laughing at the thought of eating cats and dogs, and Guo laughing at me for not eating cats and dogs. It was good times!

Guo: "Later, you go this place and take the duck go home to eat. Very fresh, like China! And, soon I give you dog, but don't say is dog. Hahahahaha! You no like!"

Good ol' Guo!