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One Day in the Life of a Rubber Duck

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Hello! My name is Herman. I was purchased just over a year or so ago by a young couple who were expecting. These days, the small child loves splashing amongst the waters that I enjoy swimming. Often, the tiny tot even gnaws on my beak.

Though sometimes painful, I cherish every minute of it, for I know my days are numbered. Who knows... any day now I could accidentally get flushed down that large wondrous tub. Or even worse than that, I could get devoured by the massive furry creature that roams around everywhere, sometimes drinking out of that useless bowl.

The water starts to fill up and the toddler climbs into the bathtub. My young owner pours a pink liquid that turns into beautiful iridescent bubble-like objects. Thousands of bubbles soon surround me. Swimming vigorously through the mighty waves, I only go underwater once. The child playfully picks me up and studies me. Running his small fingers over my precious wings, he joyfully giggles loudly and starts jibber-jabbering just as he usually does. I look at him in concern, wondering what he is trying to tell me.

Soon, bath time ends and the plug is pulled. As the water rushes down the drain, I notice that I, too, am also floating toward the waters' exit. Forcefully, I try to swim away from the whirling waters. This time, I guess I did not get lucky. I, too, like the water, begin swirling in circles. Falling down the drain, I hear a muffled cry and think about how much I am going to miss the wonderful life of rubber duck-hood.

 

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