The ducks don’t want to sleep inside their safe and warm house at night. They prefer to huddle in an appetizing pile of feathers right next to it. I prefer not to feed the neighborhood’s nocturnal critters and perform the tedious task of herding the ducks into their home each evening.
In thrift shops I have seen vintage prints of small
children herding a flock of ducks with a stick. 
My ducks would cackle at such a sight. 
If I approach them with a stick, they scatter, then reconvene and
chatter about my failed efforts in a circle. 
If I approach them at night with the two insanely long and metallic
flashlights that the Englishman calls “torches”, I am a duck herding Jedi
knight.
I walk straight toward the flock of feathers who stare at
me in alarm.  They rise and move as one
to the left.  I flash my left beam of
light and block them.  Like Carol Ann in
Poltergeist, they fear the light.  They
make a move to the right.  My right arm rises
with the flashlight beam.  They resort to
moving in the only direction not dissected by a ray of light.  I am filled with a sense of accomplishment as
they file reluctantly into their house within thirty seconds, loudly expressing
their unhappiness.  I don’t care as I shut
the door.  “You are sleepy” I tell them
using my Jedi Mind Trick and I return to my house with the light sabers, errr…
flashlights by my side.

 
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