Duck

I could not figure out potential topics that I wanted to discuss, so last night, after watching some cartoon of a duck with my 2-year-old nephew, I decided that I could probably write a short-story about some lonely duck. So that’s what I did. I’m pretty sure this will be the only short-story post that I publish, as I want to start publishing more material related to current news and trends. However, sometimes it’s brave to tap into your creativity as opposed to following the script. By no means do I think I’m creative, but writing a short-story about a duck has to mean something. So here you go.

Once up on a time, there was a duck. This duck has no name. He is too legendary. This duck didn’t fit in very well with his friends. Coming from a school that’s primarily mallard, his bright yellow physique was looked down upon and laughed at. During his travels, he would be too embarrassed to share a bird bath or a pond, so he would sneak in through open windows, and rest in bath tubs before the humans would notice. Feeling like an outcast, this duck ran away. As he ran, he faced similar criticism. He kept fluttering and going, eventually flying across the country.

During his travels, he would be too embarrassed to share a bird bath or a pond, so he would sneak in through open windows and rest in bath tubs before the humans would notice. After not finding a place to call home, this duck decided to tackle the ocean and flew to the other side of the world. Storms jostled him, and the pollution of human beaches did not treat him well. After making it across, he rested in yet another bath tub. The duck was so covered in grime that his yellow shine had dulled and his feathers could no longer rustle. He rested too long in the bath tub, however, he was discovered by a human child. The child mistook the grime-covered duck for a toy, so when the boy reached out and touched it, the duck was startled. In a flurry of water and feathers, the duck escaped through the window, desperately looking for a place to rest. This would happen several more times before the duck could finally bring himself to rest in a pond nearby.

Before the duck could awake, the stories of several children finding this almost toy-like duck had already spread through the entire city. When they finally found him resting by his lonesome in the pond, they got to see his magnificent yellow shine. Instantly, the entire townsfolk fell in love with the duck. The duck, however, was not looking for human companionship, but for that of his own species. As such, the duck traveled on. But the townsfolk could not forget such a beautiful sight. In honor of how happy the duck had made that one town, for one day, they created a song as a gift to the duck, to help show that the duck was indeed loved. Rubber Ducky you’re the one, indeed.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading.