In the beginning there was a duck. This duck was good. This duck was pure. This duck is me. I was a troubled duck my dad was shot down by hunters when he was migrating for the winter. I was only a duckling and never saw my dad died but my mom told me about it. So I grew up with only a mother times where rough for us. That was until the falling. The falling was when all of my kind was hunted to near death. After my father death my mom struggled with depression and killed herself 3 years after my fathers death by diving at hunters. I only remember hearing the crack and watch them walk over and pick up my mothers now lifeless body. At that time I was only a teen so I stayed with my uncle Jumbo. He was mean to me. When he came back to the nest he would always feed me little so when I turned 13 I ran away, a decision I will always remember.
Authors note: Sorry for the short chapter I was rushed getting this out.
