I'm leaving the house last night to have a cocktail. I'm heading up the street from my house and I see something moving across it in the darkness. I can tell it's a living creature and it's low to the ground, but taller in the front and sort of waving in the back. The first thing I think is "Oh gross. One of the little lacrosse bullies (my neighborhood child gang) has a huge pet lizard the scaled bastard is on the loose!", but as I get closer, I recognize the tall part of the reptile beast. It's not a lizard at all, or even one animal. It's a mama duck leading a trail of 4 babies across the street in the night. I damn near explode with happiness.
I cover my mouth as I'm squealing. I consider canceling drinks so I can follow them around to see they make it safely somewhere. I grip my door handle thinking I'll just get out and scoop them up and make them pets. I consider going back to my house to make giant signs to place around the neighborhood reading SLOW! WE HAVE DUCKS!, but I decide these are all bad ideas that would most likely frighten the babies and get the mama to beak me to death.
I end up having a few drinks, but can barely concentrate on anything BUT those damn ducks. On my way home, I drive painfully slow just in case. As I pull in my driveway, I see one of the cats that lives in the neighborhood in the driveway next door. Normally, I'm trying to save them or the raving mad Pomeranian that apparently keeps escaping from one of my neighbors, but let's face it... baby ducks > cats.
I need some meow mix and rat poison. Kidding! Or am I.....
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