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  • v. Present participle of quack.
  • n. The sound made by a group of ducks; quacks.


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  • I swear Frank sometimes imitates the rhythm, if not the sounds, of human speech, by "quacking" - "wak wak wak, wak wak wak wak wak".

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  • I suppose on one level it’s useful to emphasize that, whatever else you think about ID, it ain’t science; on the other hand there comes a point where it’s also useful to call the quacking, waddling, swimming bird a duck.

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  • I pictured so many quacking canards, in chorus, but this didn't seem to be the right translation, for why would Jean-Marc suggest that the manager do something she was already doing (quacking)?

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  • New babies bring hope -- be they hungry birds chirping in their nests, ducklings quacking in ponds, blossoms in their vibrant dress nodding hello to the sun or we humans celebrating the many occasions and family events of the season.

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  • Jean-Paul's ideal customer is the fresh-faced teenage girl, on the cusp of adult life, escorted to the Paris flagship store by her doting, affluent mummy to have a lifelong fragrance selected for her by a team of haughty ladies quacking on about top notes of cedar and base notes of aardvark or artichoke.

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  • She chased him across the greenscape, past quacking flamingos and topiaries shaped like butterflies.

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  • I think every time this crack pot opens her mouth there should be duck quacking played in the background.

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  • I nearly fell off my chair laughing during her rambling speech yesterday to hear it punctuated by the ducks behind her quacking!

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  • Suddenly all changed as the mallard started quacking loudly and the mandarins with their coot-like calls were joining in.

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  • The snowdrops are up, the little green buds are popping out, the willow trees are yellow, and the little frogs that sound like ducks are quacking.

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