I'm a Duck

On the top of a hill there was a small pool left after the rain. A duck flew up there, and settled near the pool. A frog made friends with the duck; they lived together and had a very pleasant time. When the sun grew warmer, and the summer days grew hot, the water in the pool dried up little by little; so the duck said to the frog, "Let us find another place to live in." The frog replied, "You are accustomed to knock about the world, but I cannot leave the place where my forefathers lived." The duck flew away to a spot where there was plenty of water, and the frog stayed in its native place. By and by the duck said, "I'll go and see how my brother, the frog, is getting on." When the duck alighted near the old pool it was already dry and the frog was dead. Seeing all this the duck said, "Ah! Brother, it appears, it is better to roam about as I do, than to love such a patrimony as yours."

From Soulkhan-Saba Orbeliani's, "The Book of Wisdom and Fiction"

So just remember that sometimes, when a Georgian says you're a duck, it's actually kind of a compliment.