Supergirl's friend got a duckling for her birthday. It is, as you might imagine, incredibly cute.
(peep, peep, peep, peep, peep, peep)Her mom said something about having ducklings as a child, but, she said darkly, "It didn't end well."
I nodded, remembering too well a friend's toddler accidentally crushing their baby bunny years ago.
Being a sucker for predictable endings coupled with a just a smidge of horror, I pressed her further.
"Didn't end well?" I raised my eyebrows and dropped my chin, so I was essentially egging her to go on with my skepticism.
"Well....it started at the Library. Our mother told us we could go play around the fountain outside the library while she checked out books. We found a little duckling and started playing with it and when my mom came out we told her we wanted to take it home. Well, we of course were not allowed to bring it home so we put it back in the fountain with it's mother...and then..."
"And THEN?" I prodded her.
"Well...then we watched while the mother pecked it to death and drowned it because we had touched it."
"OH MY GOD THAT IS AWFUL!"
"Well," she went on, "there is more."
I am one sick little puppy because I said, "Oh really? More?" like she was offering me truffles.
"My mother felt so bad about it that soon after, she got us each a baby duckling. But my sister was only two and a half...and...it didn't end well."
"Oh god don't make me beg for the ending," I begged.
"Well....the duckling pecked her on the chin....and she...well...she...just reacted...she...."
"SHE SQUEEZED IT TO DEATH?"
"Umm, no. Not exactly."
She looked around to make sure the little girls were not listening, and lowered her voice.
"She just bit it's head off."