I'm at work. My cell phone rings. It's my son, Bly, and he sounds more than a little worried.
Bly: "Mom! I'm on the deck and there are these two mallards on the pond. The male has just climbed on the back of the female, he's grabbed her neck with his beak and now is holding her head underwater! He's trying to kill her! He's not letting her up!"
Me: "Um, well, not really, that's just the way ducks make more duckies, Bly."
Bly, sounding relieved: "Wow! I really thought he was trying to murder her. Man, that's violent!"
Me: "Exactly what would you have done if this wasn't a case of mallard hanky-panky?"
Bly: "Thrown rocks at him until he stopped trying to kill her."
Bly: "Mom! I'm on the deck and there are these two mallards on the pond. The male has just climbed on the back of the female, he's grabbed her neck with his beak and now is holding her head underwater! He's trying to kill her! He's not letting her up!"
Me: "Um, well, not really, that's just the way ducks make more duckies, Bly."
Bly, sounding relieved: "Wow! I really thought he was trying to murder her. Man, that's violent!"
Me: "Exactly what would you have done if this wasn't a case of mallard hanky-panky?"
Bly: "Thrown rocks at him until he stopped trying to kill her."
My son...such a gallant...even to girl duckies.
~~~
~~~
xoabb
~~~
~~~
xoabb
