The Anatidaephobia

When I was about five years old I had a terrifying encounter that still haunts me to this day. About two hours before my 6th birthday fifteen years ago my mother told me to go take a short walk out on the beach, at that time my mother and father were setting up decorations in the beach house they had rented out for my party. As I continued down the sandy beach with the waves splashing up against the rocks I heard a strange noise coming from a few yards up the beach I quickly rushed over to see a large colorful duck which had happened to get its head stuck in a soda can, I tried to call for help but the area I was currently in was deserted so I had the choice to either help the duck or let if suffocate inside the can. Now my mother and father had always said to me "You should always do the right thing even if the circumstances don't call for it" with that in mind I walked over to the duck and grabbed its entire body to try to hold it still while I slowly twisted and pulled the can up its neck, after about ten minutes of this struggle I managed to pop the soda can off from the ducks head. I then released the duck and backed up about a foot, the duck then stared into my eyes, I assumed it was trying to show me that it was grateful for me saving its life but I was very wrong. The duck suddenly started to shake all over its body it then started quacking as loud as it could then it started to run towards me it then jumped on top of my head and knocked me to my knees the duck then started to bit at my face leaving cuts all over the duck bit my left ear so hard that it actually took a little chunk off of it, I managed to grab the duck and throw It about five feet in front of me. The duck got back up and began to run at me again so I looked around in a panic and grabbed a long stick that was on the ground next to me for self-defense I thought this duck was going to kill me. The duck then rushed at me and right as I was about to take a swing at it the duck suddenly exploded. i assume it exploded because it had drank the soda and everyone knows that birds cannot burp. Something then hit me in the chest with enough force to knock me to the ground. I sat myself up and while in a daze I could see the object that hit me in the chest lying in my lap. As my sight came back to me I could see the object clear as day, my eyes widened and my jaw dropped on my lap was the head of the duck still staring at me. I was frozen with fear. All I could do was look into the eyes of the duck head as it looked back at me I then passed out. My name is Aron and I have Anatidaephobia. *the fear therapy group which Aron was telling his story to all suddenly began to laugh at him* *Aron then walks out of the meeting room and kicks a sign over. The sign reads "Phobia support group! Where you can express your fears without being judged or made fun of"*