A Duck's Plea... December 6th...

So, in this place, there is a large grey animal. Whenever the humans leave… it watches me… I can practically hear it’s thoughts. “Mmmm… Chicken” or “What a disgusting creature!” In both scenarios, I. AM. NOT! I am practically spoiled by my person. She gives me baths and holds me… I think she doesn’t holds me nearly enough though. I mean, how hard is it to hold a duck from the moment you wake until the moment you sleep? NOT THAT HARD! I even saw her carrying around this… orange thing… It’s like the gray thing but not as fat… and there’s two of them! When the humans put the lid on my container, the orange ones SIT. ON. IT.