Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Switch- Treason (1984)


When I was in the second grade, I took home the class pet, a baby duck, for a long weekend. The plan was to keep the duck at the house until lunchtime on Tuesday, when the teacher would come and pick up the duck from our house. The duck and I had a magical weekend. Best friends til' the end. However, on Tuesday, my mom picked me up early for lunch and had a bottle of flavored seltzer water in her hands. I knew something was wrong. As I sipped my kiwi-mango soda, I was told that my little duck friend had not made it through the morning, and that his little body would have to be thrown into the trash. I was heartbroken and devastated, until my mom told me that she would get our garbage man to cremate the duck and give him a tiny duck funeral. This felt respectful and satisfying to my sad little soul.
...I didn't know it at the time, but this incident was a prime example of stone-cold treason, and god help my mom if I ever find a good lawyer.

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