[QUOTE=Sunday_Roast;23968758]It's quite cool. But that happens to be a head of a male duck.[/QUOTE]
You happen to have too much knowledge about ducks and therefore your opinion is wrong.
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Rise and Shine, Mister Duckman... Rise and.. Shine.
Looks pretty terrible. I didn't realize it before lol
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I stared at that for fucking ages.
I have now arrived back at my university, so I have been reunited with Stephen Mallard (the Third). It has been far too long; and I find, that during my winter break, his home, a local pond called "Mirror Lake" on campus has practically frozen over. There are two sections of the lake that have not frozen over; the ducks have been swimming in the water (how they have avoided hypothermia, I do not know) and slipping across the ice. Worst yet; a horde of geese has come in and stolen one half of the lake and has been attacking any ducks that approach them. To my horror, I saw a scuffle emerge between the two warring groups. I immediately ran out on to the lake to break it up, to find that Stephen Mallard has been leading a resistance group to the evil Goose invaders.
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I quickly jumped to action, hitting the goose over the head yelling "GOOSE!" The goose then proceeded to chase me throughout the battlefield squawking rather loudly, and nibbling at my calves. Eventually I lost him, and worked my way back to Stephen Mallard, to find him lying in the snow...bleeding profusely. A terrible feeling of woe overwhelmed me; I could not help but cry at what I beheld.
Stephen was dead.
Or so I thought. I heard a sudden, shallow breath. In his Christ-like pose, bleeding out several wounds in his chest, Stephen was brought back to life; he rose from the dead. I put my hands over the wounds in an attempt to stop the blood. As I was over his body, I heard him whisper into my ear...
"I'm so glad you've come."
I rushed him from the war torn lake, and brought him to the local infirmary. He is making a speedy recovery.
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We spoke of what happened during my break, and he seemed to enjoy hearing of something that helped him to forget his troubles on Mirror Lake. His war torn face...it slowly turned...warm. A face I remembered. The face I loved. I told him how I purchased my mother a fancy new "Kindle" so I didn't have much money left to get him anything for christmas, but I brought him his favorite book, from my personal library. Upon seeing it, his face lit up. I let him flip through the pages a bit, and soon enough he was asleep. I left him, let him rest. I bet by the next time I see him, he'll have read through it several times.
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