Wee Hen Duck:

Tonight I'd love to tell you a story about a wee hen duck. Now, this hen duck was different from most ducks. How you ask? Well, the answer may just surprise you. You see, among the animal kingdom, ducks were known for their especial ability to feel. No other animal was quite like the duck. It had become a weakness and their greatest strength. This hen duck was the most especially feeling duck of them all. Other animals often asked her to describe just how it felt to feel in such a profound and prolific way. She'd simply say in response,"It feels like it feels. You know, as it feels." 

One day, a mean, mean bulldog spotted Hen Duck while she was grazing through the field. Bulldog approached her menacingly, with a twisted snarl and said, "Hey you! Why don't you come over here? There's a, - oh my, what is it you ducks like to eat these days? Ah, oh yes! There's a nice grape cut in half over here. Why don't you come see?" 

Hen Duck liked grapes. Especially grapes that were cut in half. Still Hen Duck knew something was a little unsettling about this bulldog. When Hen Duck refused, Bulldog snapped his teeth at her.

Sometime later, a menacing and red fox creeped up upon Hen Duck. Red Fox lapped his tongue and smacked his chops at the very sight of her. Red Fox said, "it's a very beautiful day, isn't it?" 

And as Hen Duck simply ignored him and tossed her beak upon the grass, Red Fox snuck around behind her. But Hen Duck got a strange feeling. It was in fact, a beautiful day. A very beautiful day! But - my oh my! Where did that old Red Fox go? 

Well, he just happened to be right behind her, teeth snarling and ready to take a chomp out of Hen Duck's kiester! But Hen Duck sensed something off and at the very moment teeth were chomping down, Hen Duck flapped her wings and flew away, off and into the pond. Red Fox glared at her from the ground while she simply passed her beak through the surface of the water. She was not bothered in the slightest.

Later, an owl flew down from her perch, stood in front of Hen Duck and said, "Who. . . Who! I have a present for you!" And Owl dropped from her claws a wee fish. It sure looked tasty. And it was alive! Hen Duck sure liked wee fish! Still, she sensed something a little off about Owl. 

Hen Duck asked her, "why do you bring me this fish?" And noticing on Owl's brow, a bead of sweat forming, Hen Duck asked,  "Why are you sweating, too?" 

Owl snapped then, "Eat the wee fish!"

At that moment, Hen Duck caught sight of Red Fox and Mad Bulldog watching from afar. Hen Duck beat her wings with all her might and landed again in the center of the pond. From there, she watched as Red Fox and Mad, Mean Bulldog approached the fish. She could see Red Fox taking a bite of the wee fish. Once he did, he went yelping away into the woods. 

Hen Duck's feelings had saved her. And so we learn a lesson from Hen Duck's story. And that is it is important to trust your gut. I knew a hen duck once. Her feelings were so incredibly beautiful. So incredibly special. They made her like Jehovah. I can truly say that her feelings have saved me more than just once. I sure do love that hen duck.

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