Dim-wit...

yep, i'm talking about the duck. we got it yesterday. by the time it got home it was swimming in its own poop. i didn't really pay much attention to it yesterday since i was against duck-killing and didn't want to get attached to it.
last night it kept making noises because my parents kept it in the laundry. the laundry happened to be on the other side of the wall my head was nearest to.
today i found out that we weren't going to kill it - not today, anyway. so i spent some time to get to know it. it just stood there. looking at me. weird.
oh, and it likes to poo everywhere. there's poo on the lawn. there's poo on the veranda. there's poo on its food...we offered it rice. oh, i almost forgot, it pooped in my shoes.
you know how people say that people should name their pet's after what their like? if i gave it a name, it would be poo the duck. duck the poo. . .friend to winnie.
anypoo (haha)
i'll see you later.
P.S. all the sympathy for ducks that i had has vanished after i met poo.
endnote: things that stupid deserve to die. and yes, i'm in a bad mood.