Before I can properly tell this story I should tell you a little bit about my uncle. He was the type of guy that loved kids but never had any himself. He always played airplane (picking us up by one arm and one leg and spinning us in circles) with us and one time accidentally through my older brother directly into the sandbox. Another time we were playing helicopter (one of us sitting in a spinning chair and him spinning it extremely fast) and I flew off into a chair and had to get stitches in my head...
I love my uncle but he wasn't the most reliable person. Anyways back to the story. We hit some major trafic on the way to the hill so we were stuck sittings at the very bottom by the river. The year before we saw a kid roll all the way down the hill and fall into the river. The winter before we heard stories of a kid try and sled down the same hill and broke through the ice into the river. I love how I can remember more bad things than good.. This was not a good river.
So we sat there waiting for the fireworks and we saw some cute ducks in the water. One of my brothers or maybe it was my uncle threw rocks at the ducks. The momma duck started honking or whatever the sound they make is when they are angry. It isn't a quack when they are mad. Directly after the rock hit the duck and it starting honking the first fireworks started going off and the duck just lost it. That duck was going to protect its babies! It must of thought that the fireworks were gun shots and we were shooting at them.
Me being the unlucky one was the main target of the furry. The duck flew out of the water and went right for me. It smashed into my chest and I started screaming and crying. No one could hear me however because of the extremely loud fireworks still provoking the ducks! My uncle and two brothers were looking straight up at the fireworks while I was being mauled by a damn duck! I managed to throw it off me for just enough time to hit my uncle. He looked at me and saw blood all over my face and cuts on my throat and then saw the duck flopping around coming back in my direction. He picked me up and grabbed my brothers and he ran and ran and ran. I don't know how long the duck chased us but he didn't stop until we were all in the car.
Afterwards I had to go to the hospital and get a bunch of long needles jabbed into me and tell the cops what caused the wounds. I couldn't do it... I couldn't be the death of that duck. It had babies and if I were in its shoes I would of attacked me to. But I think my uncle told them and the duck was probably killed along with 9 or 10 other ducks that may of been the one that attacked me...
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