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I have missed you!
Why, of course afgrey had a duck!
We always lived in the city until I was 12 years old, then moved to Kentucky. Talk about culture shock!
(This was WAY different than Washington, D.C., or Norfolk, Virginia!)
Well, of course, everyone made fun of our "accents" ("Ya'll ain't from 'round here, are ya?"), and our lack of knowledge about farm animals (yeah...but I ended up getting milk out of that cow finally!)
So...we got 2 duck babies.
We would have done a lot better with our "duck farm", but we lived right smack in the middle of town...2 blocks from Main Street! (He!!, we didn't know any better!)
We bought our ducks (appropriately named "Daffy" and "Donald" :rolleyes: ) a nice little plastic swimming pool to call home, when we had decided they were big enough to go outside! (we could NOT paper train those things in the house!)
They soon outgrew the plastic pond, so we bought a bigger one. Much better!
Well, these ducks were raised by city slickers (that's what they called us when we moved here), so they ended up as pets. Actually, they thought they were dogs! They would follow us everywhere we went. When we walked to the store a block away, Donald and Daffy tagged right along, and waited for us in the creek beside the store. Sometimes when we were ready to leave, they wouldn't get out of the creek. So, we'd leave them. Man, when we got about 100 feet up the road, those sissy ducks would start running after us, making loud "duck" noises that meant "Wait! Don't leave me!"
It finally got out of control when school started, (this was back when kids walked to school!), and the ducks would follow us to school.
So, to make a long story sad, we ate the ducks.
I'M KIDDING! ! ! ! ! ! ! We took them to my uncle's farm, and they lived many happy years on a huge pond!
The End!