Oh my... Two days ago, I was waiting for Dad to call me from Austin. Instead, he returned home. Pa didn't want him visiting this week. At eight-thirty, we heard a knock on the door. One of Dad's customers from his business was standing at the door, a worried look on her face. "Hi, Kyle. Can we ask a favor?" "That depends?" My Dad was uneasy; he didn't think anyone knew where he lived. "Well, we were driving down the highway, and we saw something crossing the road. It was a duckling-" I push past Dad, eager to see the little animal. "We don't have any ducks..." Dad told them. I scooped up the little dear, and it instantly nibbled my cheek. It nibbled on my fingers, and nuzzled my hair. I was bonded with the cutie already. "Well, we searched for a while to find it's family, but we didn't find any trace. Can you take it? We figured this was the best place..." "Aww... Dad! It has no family. Please! Can we take it?" I was begging, but it was such a sweetie. I shove the little duckling into Dad's face, and he smiles. "Well, if it has no family..." I now have a duckling. The Moons hand me money for taking the animal, to feed it, care for it, etc. This little dear is named Gretrude, after a goose that my Dad had as a kid. She follows me around, and swims in my bathtub. The reason I am submitting this, is because she gets along just fine with my youngest chicks.