' Duck ,' he cried .

I did but he laughed,' No I mean duck , look .'

I smile a duck more then one  we were here to hunt ducks . Suddenly we'd heard a scream and turned , it was a baby duck . ' Don't shoot my daddy ,' he'd cried .I then aim my gun but must be losing it ducks don't talk .Turning another duck appeared bigger and fatter .He looked at me and smiled ,' You fly off son I'll handle them.'

Then as I turned I heard him cry , I ask what was the matter .

' You ,you is the matter ,' he said as he bent the front of my gun I'd was mad now but what could I do, he'd ruined my gun my friend took off not believing ducks could talk, he left me alone .

' What do you want from me ? ' I ask .He didn't answer but kept hounding me every time I tried to get a duck . ' I'm a duck hunter .'

I turned and said,' Enough I'll leave .' And I ran ,' Crazy duck, a little crack up if you ask me .'

' No my name is Daffy Duck.'