Post by dylan on Apr 2, 2010 20:04:54 GMT -5
I finally had to knock off the mallard. Don't think for a moment it was a pleasurable experience, or that I'm the sort who takes a secret, delicious delight in punishment. In all, it cost me great grievance. I had once thought I could maintain friendly relations with the mallard, even though his tendency to gather troops seemed suspicious. However, I caught him teaching fledglings to flock. Flocking at too early an age can cause you to go blind, so I tried to take the mallard in hand. He quacked at me! It wasn't a very nice quack at all; not the sharp, clear quack of "yes sir," but low and insolent. I couldn't take it anymore. Now the mallard's dead and after such a terrible ordeal,i need some comfort biscuits.
