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It was in April, a bright, beautiful, sunny day and my friend, Brenda, and I decided to take the afternoon off and go down to the St. Lawrence River, which is where I grew up and eat lunch at a restaurant and see my mother who is 90 and in an adult home there.


Afterwards, I first gave her a tour of my hometown, which is population 90 on a good day, so it didnt take long. My home was a beautiful home near a creek and a gorgeous setting. Well, we went in the driveway and there was a van in the yard, mind you nobody lives there now.

My friend asked if I still had the key to the house and maybe we should go in and check to see if everything was okay. We went in and checked the house and low and behold all the lamps were on the floor, it looked like vandalism, we heard a noise and immediately left the house.

We felt as something was indeed wrong.
I happen to remember that my best friend lived next door.

They explained to us about the van belonging to a tennant of Theirs, and agreed to go back in with us to check the place out further. (Mind you my friend is 6'2" and could take anyone down in a heart beat.)

We went back in the house and the house was a total disaster area.

We went in the kitchen, and everything on the kitchen table was on the floor, we went up stairs and in my old room nothing was touched, one bedroom everything on the dresser was tipped over, the bathroom was all astray, everything tipped over, the other bedroom was the same way. We were still astounded, not sure yet what was going on.

I then drove up to my brothers and let him know what was going on but he wasn't there so informed his son.

Later that night the phone rang around 7pm and it was my brother, he stated that a BIRD that had gone down the chimney and made the whole ruckus.

I didn't sleep all night thinking about this and thought a BIRD doesn't chew, so I called my nephew the next morning and he said no it wasn't a BIRD but a DUCK who went wacko and actually had such a panic attack that it died in the chimney trying to get back out.

Needless-to-say we had quite a day and as for the stuck duck...It was a closed casket and we didn't attend the funeral...



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