Chapter 4 by Ivory

Chapter Four by Ivory

“I AM MOOSE, NOT A DUCK!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” the duck roared in frustration.  His words, spitting out of his mouth, came out in a squawky sound.
The stout, little boy stared at the duck in silence with a confused look spread across his face. “What hap- How did yo- I don’t understand.” He finally concluded.
He had already begun to walk away, mumbling quietly to himself, when he heard a voice call after him, “Don’t just leave me here! You need to help me get out of this, erm, how do you call this? Duck…ness. I command you to get back here now.”
The boy turned around, gazing in amazement at the furious duck yelling at him. “If you don’t help me, you’re dead meat once I turn back,” the duck threatened.
The words made him have the urge of turning away even more, but the look in its eyes pulled him back, the look of fear and worry. He walked back, slowly and steadily, as he reached out to touch the duck.
“Don’t touch me,” it growled in response.
The look on the duck’s face was able to remove all the doubts that the boy had. It was the exact look that Moose used to carry around, scaring wimpy, little boys, like him, into having nightmares. It really is him, the boy thought to himself. Not knowing what else to do, they started strolling down the park. The boy had to walk in an extremely slow pace, for it was hard for the duck to keep up with him.
“Should we go back to school?” the boy asked, breaking the silence.
Completely ignoring the boy, the duck walked on. Suddenly, it jolted back and exclaimed, “I got a plan!” Glad to stop walking aimlessly, the boy listened to the duck attentively. “Alright, so this is what we are going to do. Bring me back to your house and go to school. Come back immediately after and make sure you tell NO ONE about me. I repeat, absolutely nobody,” the duck commanded.
The boy shrugged and they begun walking to the direction of his house. As they got closer, the familiar surroundings made his brain think easier. The boy took a deep breath as he pushed down the door knob to open the door of his house. Trying to be as quiet as he could be, he led the duck upstairs to his room. Just as the boy thought he was safe, being just two feet away from his room, he heard a familiar voice behind him. “What in the world are you doing home?! And what’s this thing trailing behind you…a duck?” demanded his mother.
Startled, he started thinking of an excuse. “Erm…you see mom, I was just uh…in school when these bunch of kids started bullying me about my weight. They called me names like ’ducky’ and ‘chicken’. I kept telling them to go away but they wouldn’t listen. See! They even threw a duck at me!” stammered the boy, pointing at the duck behind him. His mother, who wasn’t sure whether or not his story was realistic, frowned.
“They always make fun of me mother! I can’t stand it, but I can’t do anything about it either. I ran back home because I couldn’t stand it anymore. I am sorry,” the boy added with more sincerity this time, half thinking about what Moose used to do to him.
“That’s terrible honey! No need for apologizes. Now you just go and wash your face and I will bring you back to school. I will personally talk to your principal about the bullying, don’t you worry,” she responded with a smile, calming the boy’s racing heartbeat.
“No, no that won’t be necessary. I am sure they will just go away. Can I leave my duck at home though? Can I please keep him?” he pleaded with puppy eyes.
Finally, after twenty minutes, the boy was sitting at his desk of his math class, listening to Mr. McGraw introduce himself to the class, as he did so every year. Not listening to a word Mr. McGraw was saying, the boy thought about the events that happened earlier. “So I was about to get murdered by Moose, when he turned into a duck, who is now sitting in my room, as my new pet. Great…that makes perfect sense.” The boy muttered softly.
What a morning, he thought to himself as he noticed the clock hanging above. Only five hours fifty five more minutes to go before I have to face Moose and the duck problem again. “Sigh, I knew today was going to be disastrous, but I wasn’t expecting this…” the boy mumbled to himself.


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