Duckling

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Once upon a time, there was a little duckling and his name was Duckling.

He crossed the road, but out of nowhere, there was a car. And the car drove over his little wing.

But on that exact moment, an animal ambulance came. And the person in the car saw the duckling.

The veterinarian picked up the duckling and walked to his car.
In the car, the veterinarian cured the wing of Duckling.

He took a knife and cut off the wing and replaced it for a plastic wing. When he was done he threw Duckling in the air so that Duckling would fly.

But Duckling flows just for a few seconds and landed on a truck.
The truck drove to the chicken factory.

When the truck arrived at the chicken factory, the man got off the truck and walked to a small room. And turned the assembly line on.

Duckling was sitting on the assembly line, and bad things were going to happen to Duckling.

First, he got killed, all of his feathers were picked of his little body, his blood got pumped out of his body, they chopped off his beak. And the last thing, Duckling got packed and set in the truck on the way to the supermarket.

In the supermarket a lady bought Duckling. At home, the lady unpacked Duckling and roasted him.

After that, the lady ate him. And the ghost of Duckling lived happily ever after.

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