The little girl is staring at me

If she wasn't wearing a dress

I'd have thought her a boy

Her pet duck is about to peck her eyes out

Her eyes are amber

The amber eyes of a pet duck's most glorious dream

I am not a duck, but I too am taken by them

They speak to a part of me that makes me warm and fuzzy inside

And also the part of me that feeds my animal instincts

So that I'm in warm, fuzzy, hungry, hypnotized duck mode

"Quack!" I now understand that marvelous phrase

Splurt. Squelch. Quack.

Girl's eyes are in duck's stomach.

It is beautiful.

What else am I hungry for?

Some cherry lips

And a bogey bon bon

I think I'll just order duck