I dunno what kind of duck my dad had back when he and my mom were dating, but the damn thing had mom terrorized. It hated her with a passion quite intense (or perhaps it just hated everyone but Dad.) Mom never said what happened to the beast... I hope somebody ate it, but I would imagine it was a stringy old thing.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2010-02-25 01:13 am (UTC)OTOH, all of this sounds yummy.