Pet Duck
Around the same time I had the pet Cockatiels, I also had a pet duck. While the Cockatiels were a gift from my parents, the duck I won at the annual Easter Egg Hunt, held at the city park where I was raised. All the towns kids would gather to frolic in the woods and look for chocolate bunnies. Sometimes there was a plastic egg, with a slip of paper inside saying that the prize was a live baby duck, chicken, or rabbit! How cool is that? My Mom said if any of us got that prize, she would flush it down the toilet! But she did not do that to my pet duck, who I named Gus. He was yellow as a duckling, but then grew up to be your basic domestic white colored feathers with orange bill and legs. I bonded with this duck. I would fill the plastic pool with water so Gus could take a bath, and swim around. He would follow me all over the yard where ever I went, because he knew I gave him food. I distinctly remember hugging Gus, and more than once. Then one sad day in the fall I came home from school to find out that Gus was given away to some local farmer...
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