Some comments indicated concern over the well-being of the duck, which may or may not have been targeted for duck stew.
First, shame on those who would think of such a thing.
It is the duck.
Second, you'll be pleased to know:
"Drunken Duck Lover Jumps in Raging Flood Waters, Forgetting Toddler on Shore"
The duck is safe and sound.
I expected the duck to be holding today's newspaper. :o) This calms my nerves like nothing else tonight, the night of greedy children demanding candy! THANK YOU!ReplyDelete
Intercourse the duck!ReplyDelete
Unless you pay me one MILLION dollars, I will eat the duck, one piece at a time. Enclosed please find a wing bone. Yummy!ReplyDelete
I think you have to catch the duck first. I hear there are some in the creek way yonder...Delete
So, no pâté then?ReplyDelete
How do we know that's *the* duck, not just *a* duck? Maybe I shouldn't admit it, but male mallards all look pretty much alike to me.ReplyDelete
What a horribly speciesist thing to say. Why, each male mallard is very different, with hopes and dreams of his own. Most of them, to be sure, centered around porking the next female to come along.Delete
(Click on the link if you think I'm being serious. After all, birds have several species where even the members can't tell male from female by sight.)
Also, re: the linked story -- really dumb move, no question, but since when is a 4-year-old a "toddler"?ReplyDelete