Dead Duck On The Kitchen Floor

The duck gurgled and quacked as I swept it up. It looked at me with its tiny eyes as I moved it towards the bin. Blinking. And it even took the bread I stuffed down its throat.

But for all intents and purposes, the duck was dead.

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