I actually do sort of own the ghost duck :) Along with Annieisawsome, of course. She helped write this odd story.
The Ghost Duck
Once there was a hunter named Philip. One day, Philip went out to find a nice, juicy duck. In the middle of the forest, our friend Philip found a duck fling in the air. So, Philip the hunter shot the duck. Phillip, happy with his nice, juicy duck, walked over to where he saw the duck fall to the ground. When he got to that spot, there was no duck. Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING! Disappointed, he mounted his magical unicorn, Betty, and started galloping home.
Later that night, Philip was awoken by a "peck, peck, peck" at the door, and a low, ghostly, "Quack.". Sleepily, he put on his stocking cap and lit his candle. He slowly walked to the door and there…at the doorway…was…a…DUCK! Philip was so excited about the duck; he didn't realize how un-usual it was for a duck to come pecking at your door. He snatched the duck and stuffed him into a cage. After a yawn, he went back to sleep. Betty had a bad feeling about that duck. Philip was too mesmerized by the fact of dinner that he didn't even care.
The next morning, he started making dinner. He called up his hunter buds to play poker and eat duck. So, later in the day, Philip was turning the duck over the fire. Then he realized he needed a cup of oregano cheese, so he trotted over to his neighbor's to get a cup. When he came back, the duck…was…GONE! There was nothing. Nothing. NOTHING! So he figured Betty the magical unicorn ate the duck. Disappointed, he turned around and there…in the window…was...the…DUCK! But...but...but…it had blood red eyes like the dress I bought at Macy's, ghostly white feathers the color of a marshmallow, but the most startling thing was the black bullet hole in his side. Slowly, the duck turned around and flew into the air, and disappeared.
Philip was so frightened, he packed up his possessions and Betty the magical unicorn, called off the poker party, moved to Japan, and never hunted again.