I AM NOT A DUCK |
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I may look like a duck and walk like a duck and quack like a duck and drink like a duck - but I am not a duck. I’m an eagle in disguise. If you could prove to me that it’s respectable to be a duck, I might consider being one. But don’t waste your time - my mind is made up. I think it’s shameful to be a duck. I won’t be a duck. It’s so lonely here among all these ducks. I’m so out of place here. But, for some reason, none of the other eagles will have anything to do with me. Why are eagles so cruel? Some of the ducks are quite nice. It’s too bad I’m an eagle. No, it isn’t. I’m glad I’m an eagle. Even if I were a duck, I wouldn’t stay a duck. I’d become an eagle. I can be anything I want to be, I owe it to myself to be an eagle. Ducks are terrible. I hate ducks. (I got myself into this mess, I’ll get myself out.) I keep trying to swoop down and grab a rabbit in my claws. But. I can’t do it. I have these webbed feet. It’s all God’s fault. Why would He make an eagle with webbed feet? If I starve to death, God will have only himself to blame. I do my part - why doesn’t He do His? The ducks all want to help me. But how can they? What does a duck know about an eagle’s problems? Why can’t they mind their own business? Why don’t the eagles offer to help? Someday I’ll get even with those eagles. I hate them. I’m beginning t like ducks better than I do eagles. Being an eagle is killing me. - Not being a duck is killing me. - I don’t know what is killing me. I just know I’m dying - Help me, God. - God, help me. Guess what, God. - I am a duck... Whether I like it or not - I’m a duck. (Why didn't you tell me?) I’ve forgotten how to act. Show me, God, how to be a duck. Help me. Help me to be a good duck... Ducks are the best people in the world. - I love ducks. - I’m grateful to be a duck. |
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