Death of a fluffy duckling
I took my 2 springer spaniels out for a walk yesterday morning, after my nightshift. It was a lovely morning, and they were merrily bounding through the undergrowth, doing their little springy thing, and splashing about in the river. How delightful, I thought to myself, feeling all happy and joyful, watching my boys having fun...
Then, intruding violently into my daydream, a harsh and panic-striken quacking. Yep, Frodo (the puppy) had discovered - and was being attacked by - a female duck. Now, this was unusual, because normally the ducks fuck off at a great rate of knots when Frodo catapults himself into the river. Imagine my horror when I realised she had her babies with her...
Cute, fluffy, cheeping little chicks. Innocently enjoying a swim with Mum. Then Frodo's jaws of doom.

He got 2 of them.

The cunt
( bentalls In my head, I am a ninja, Sun 27 Apr 2008, 1:01, Reply)