I once had to rescue a duckling, an I kept it for a while. I used to feed it bread, an take it swimming to the pond. One day some ratty little ugly kid, tried to steal my duckling. He told me the pond I took it to swim in had an electric eel in it, an it was going to fry my duckling. I told him there was no electric eel in the pond, an to keep his ugly face away from my duckling. He then agreed that there wasn't, but told me he was going to take it home, an put it in a tank with one. Then he attempted to grab it. I kicked him, and he fell back into the pond. I laughed at him, an then walked away. A few days later I took the duckling to a pond where there were lots of families of other ducks, it joined one of the families, and lived happily ever after. Last summer a duck sat next to me on a bench, an I fed it ice cream, that was fun.