I like ducks. I used to have three of them. I raised them since they were ducklings and could swim around in my bathtub while I fed them spaghetti noodles. So cute! When were grown they would swim in my pond and quack at me to feed them some bread, which they greatly preferred to the pellets that the automatic feeder gave them. A wounded wild one even showed up one day. She had a hurt wing and couldn't fly (my other ducks were just too fat to fly). I built a picnic table under a tree, where I would read and look at the stars, which they started sleeping under. I don't quite know why.
Then some pack of loud, annoying, uncivilized, unsociable, unreasonable, stupid niggers bought the adjacent property and their dogs killed them. Four dead ducks, it was so sad. They were peaceful creatures simply content to be my friends, and they were destroyed because some dumb porch monkey who had the good fortune to find some money thought that having violent dogs roaming free was cool. The fat three's white feathers were all covered in blood and the wild one was in several pieces.
I buried them under the picnic table that I built, which was no easy task since I used about 30 wolmanized 2-by-6's (I built that motherfucker to last, god damn it!). Those were the last pets I've ever had.
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How sad. You should have gotten something that would scare the niggers off, like a lion. Lion's are their natural predator in Africa and they would have all ran away.